Take up thine armour
No principality shall stand,
for God is ruler of this land.
Lord help us root for all that's right,
as we wrestle, each day and night.
Humble thyself before the Lord,
lay down your weapons at thy door.
Put on the whole armour of God,
stand firm in Christ, against all odds.
Buckle thy belt upon thy waist,
it shall be truth, that you sayeth.
Place thy great, righteous breastplate on,
and shoes of peace to walk there-on
Pick up thy shield of faith with pride,
boast only in the Lord, our guide.
Take Salvation's helmet of hope,
and Spirit's sword, the Word of love.
And now complete with armour on,
go forth my friends, disciple on!
And have no fear, be not dismayed,
for Jesus Christ, our ransom paid.
02.28.2024
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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