Every believer has a post to keep; some more visible than others but, we all have a job to do.
The Weary Soldier Are you marching mighty soldier or have you fallen by the way, there is a mighty battle coming just before the Judgment Day. So pick up your armor so dusty and once again for Him take your stand, He hasn’t left you, no not for a moment but is watching to see if you’ll call upon Him. A soldier’s job is never done because wars continually rage, and the greatest battle is set just before us the signs in the heavens have just set the stage. Now, my brother, call upon Him and with patience run this your race, for it won’t be long weary soldier, before we see our Savior’s face. Written by: Marilyn SW. Jennings June 23, 1994 - copy written
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