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Spear And Shield

J-ust let March one come, 
O-pening the warm Wednesday; 
S-un has begun to rise, 
E-rasing the dark and gray.
P-ouring rain and chill have vanished into the blue.
H-aze, mist, and fog are all nowhere in view.

A-llow the beacon to shine, 
N-ight turns into a day; 
G-ray clouds don't gather, 
U-nderneath the skyway.
L-et the spiritual war begin, defending the Lord's harvest field; 
O-bliterate the devil's tactics, using your spear and shield.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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