Without Fear
No one knows of the great plans I have for you, spoken by our great creator.
When living in the spirit, your wildest dreams will come true much sooner than later.
The virtue of patients is fleeting in a world of must-haves now.
Windfall fortunes are prayed for yet it is like getting the milk before the cow.
Our fight is not against flesh and blood but against principalities.
Putting on the full armor of God is by far the best investment for securities.
The weapons we fight with are not fashioned from this earth.
On the contrary, they are divine weapons to demolish strongholds ordained to us from birth.
It is good to testify to the gospel of God’s grace.
His wisdom is boundless so after his righteousness I do chase.
Unto the uttermost parts of the earth, I do write,
Until my Father calls me to that long good night.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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