The Morning of Battle
Good morning, men;
We wake this dawn on a battlefield prepared before us.
The dew has not yet dried and the scent of earth comingles in the mist.
Some of you wake alone, while some of you wake with company.
But rise you must and be prepared for your test.
This is your time... this is your moment of preparation.
This is the moment that will dictate victory over great distress
Keep strong in the absence of our meeting and being in God’s home, together. But in spirit we are united, and have strength in Jesus Christ…
to conquer all things of this world,
and to love as he loves us,
to lift up as he lifts us,
to care for as he shepherds us.
We are his instrument and do only as he instructs us, for His glory alone.
And with absolute faith, un-obstructed by fear, submit to his authority, knowing that
he is the way,
and the life,
That thru him we have Mercy,
and want that mercy for all mankind.
And our enemy, who surrounds us...
by dusk, will be laid to waste.
They have no power over Christ and will be denied the victory they desire.
This will be their doing, for it is their decision alone, to rule this world.
And in this world, they will be buried, and remain forever.
While we, his servants will join His feast in the everlasting.
Have a great day, gentlemen… and keep being men of God, and strength to one another.
Your brother in Christ.
by, Martin Braun
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2020
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