Is he a MOUNTAIN like Whitney or Everest, rising strong and tall,
high above the landscape, watching and warning of dangers?
I think yes.
Is he an OCEAN like Atlantic, Indian, or Pacific, whose waves
keep coming to the shores ever so consistently and receding,
only to return again?
I think yes.
I also think that he is like a FAITHFUL RIVER, flowing with force
and favor with life and energy for all of us.
I also see him like a DAM who refuses to break: and he's so
well constructed to release faith, hope, and love to all those
down stream.
He's like a WALL of DEFENSE, shielding and protecting from
any and all enemies.
He's a WARRIOR, pulling down strongholds with the prayer
weapons of his warfare.
He's a LANDMARK, displaying the value of things
unchangeable and unmovable.
And last but not last, he's a GENTLE STREAM, flowing
with waters so divinely pure and crystal clear.
There is a stirring in the atmosphere,
Let’s go crazy with praise, sincere.
Drums communicate the heavenly shift,
Tambourine announce the dawn’s uplift.
Rain down blessings from heaven’s skies,
Let the rain dance, the oil dance rise.
It’s the power of God within,
Causing the shift, breaking sin.
Breakthrough comes in our assignments,
Victory shines in new refinements.
Time to be trained in warfare’s ways,
Cut through strongholds, victorious days.
Push the enemy into confusion,
Faith from hope, divine infusion.
The mantle of God is called the cross,
Wear it wisely, count no loss.
Authority flows from deep within,
Let’s go crazy with prayer again.
A new dimension of worship’s flame,
A new day, a new movement proclaim!
To move with such gaiety!
Windily free.
Whilst every route you're on flies off
Rule-resistant.
As laughingly cavelier
Strongholds, here, there
Leaved, tiled, of concord, off pitch peel.
Bared fright! Instant!
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Prayer For Churches
Oh Father God, we pray for all churches
That they withstand all trials & challenges
Oh Lord Jesus, we pray for every church
That they can answer our spiritual search
Oh Holy Spirit, we pray for our house of worship
That they remain as strongholds of Your eternal lordship
This we pray to our One True God. Amen.
-12/25/2015
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems for Christmas
Though we dwell in dense matter
And move about on land
The mirrors of fear are working
Against all we can understand
Light has the power to grow
And expand territory within
So that TRUTH can be known
When sight waxes dim
Learning to breathe through pain
And stay in uncomfortable spaces
Allows the trajectory of embodiment
To occupy uninhabitable places
Our journey is not for the weak-hearted
We are warriors sent to fight and win
Tunnel systems of terror hide in wait
Though death may take us, we rise again
We are living light radiating to pierce
Strongholds of doubt and fear
Basking in the heat of LOVE"S fire
Transmuting darkness into cheer
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-21-2026
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Prayer Against Enemies
Oh Father God, deliver us from enemies
May we subdue them with multitudes of victories
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like the Israelites
Grant us strongholds and take our fights
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from utter defeat
Be our radiant prize, our magnificent merit
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against Life's Problems
Earthen motte mounds and bailey burg
Sludge strongholds severed for siege
Norman castles cut of stone surge
Vowed vassals, the lords of liege
Round refuge tower of ashlar
Lured strums of Celtic cither
While they tend to tiers of mortar
Howling high waters hither
Gemlike blades grassy shades of green
Sailing seas beckon smartly
Hair to partly pare ployed the teen
Pirate Queen awaits Bartley
Homeland hush weave no words but mum
Forum flouters of gainsay
Dark Lady of Doona they hum
Legend of the Blacksod Bay
Fortress chieftain forges her case
Ní Grace unbowed by Bingham
Royalty rises face to face
Let them lie Ó Máille clan
Lyrate luck of her Irish pride
Aside vassal villeins sought
Herstory harmonized resides,
‘pon castles cloaked earthen motte
Jade dagger drawn in mercy
Knight you stand beside me near the out cove
Luminous red gems and teeth so jagged and sharp
My crown is yours dear brother and father
Mountains crumbling strongholds dismantling
in my cave of wonders Inside my very soul I feel your Word
Father deeply I saw you always in my dreams
Love agape Love is your gift to me
You Lord give me my very life
Love you Lord and thank you my best friend
when it feels like our lives are falling apart?
that's when God is removing things
we weren't mean to carry in our hearts
God needs to break strongholds
so that we ourselves won't
He just needs for us to trust in His approach
by letting go of those things
that leave us feeling lost and astray
and we must not attach our identities
to the lesson that He wants to convey
yes, there will be people we love
who will walk out of our lives
just understand that God is protecting us
from hands too weak to help us with deal with strife
God is building in us
as we learn to listen through silent tears
for that is when we will hear Him
above the noise of our fears
life will then stop hurting
once we've stop confusing
healing with punishment
for in us, God is only pruning
removing dead things so that
we will flourish and grow
now ready to step into the life
that for us He has bestowed
GOD IS
Water dripping from the faucet
I wish to tap in to it and flow
Like red river from indigo soul
Writing something that grows
Like a seed esteemed and springing
In each reader who is a believer
And even those who are deceivers
A word so good one salivates
A poem so inspiring it breaks chains
Chains of doubt
Chains of caste
Chains of illness
Chains of blocks of all kinds
Let the waters wash away strongholds
And create in me in you a new thing
Oh, ye teachers of the law
And the leaders of the world of darkness.
In that moment when the curtain was torn,
The earth trembled while the sun was darkened from noon to three.
Did it occur this self judgment
Brought forth unto thou.
How amazing the ones who had scriptures memorized into their corrupt teachings.
Would not recognize the Son of God.
For all scriptures lead to him, and God used the ignorance and worldly wise to fulfill the promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit, to be sent unto the humble and contrite heart seeking in pureness.
As an atonement unto a corrupt generation, to be purified into the likeness of Christ, a chosen generation called out from strongholds of Satan, a new creation birthed from the heavenly mother of Jerusalem, not of man but of God.
Its not that we loved God but God loved us.
Yet others who have killed, all God sent, even the only begotten Son , who have seen the light and reject, remain under the captivity of Satan. This Spirit to save is available at any moment at your location, for God wants you to become a dwelling place of the true Living God.
Chasing Stars, because I know I Should
Dreaming Afar, because I know I Could
Manifesting through Commandments, I alchemize my soul
to Liberate and Crush the Lower Strongholds,
Pressing forward, Upright by the Light
Vanquishing Mountains with Glorious Flight,
Through Lightning and Fire I Alchemize to Gold
Like Arthur Reborn, Sword In Hand I Conquer All Foes
Ever-Onward, Blazing the Ethers of mind
I AM FREE, Drifting above the Mirage Of Time
Transcending like I was possessed by the Philosophers Stone
As the saying goes, Because "All Roads Lead To Rome",
The flows Eccentric, I'm Electrified
Call me Starblazer of the Heavenly Skies,
Parting Barriers, Got my Eye Right
A Greater Vision, with Laser Precision, I was Forged Wild
I AM a Conqueror my Heart is Courageous
No Ocean Too Deep, For Heavens Sake
Full Speed Ahead, I Gleam like Apophyllite
I Got That Greater Mind the shines Solar Bright,
Just as a Heavenly Kiss
I Cross the Bridge and Blaze the Narrow Ridge,
Now, I Fly Brisk as an Autumn Breeze
Zen Walking through Impossibilities
I used to chase God like lost souls looking
for him on dim roads
What I found was him clothed, staring through
eyes of lost souls
It comes like a thief on dark nights while you
sleep with closed eyes
Some are awake with blind eyes & all they can
see is their lies
This world is in knots of loose ties that only
appear as strongholds
It's no wonder its chilly in hot times as your
heart has gone cold
Some are stuck in a game of switched roles &
therefore, confused by life's rules
Illusions tell you it's out of your hands & there's
no choice, but your world goes as you choose
Recognize who you are in this scheming world of
grand things
If you believe you're on the ground floor, then
you are so you attract low things
Burn through illusions like loose leaf as they
plant seeds for more trees
The All is absolute truth we call God in this world
& are lives are its dreams
Obscure place,
under the lamp of none but He.
Of the first snows.
The thirst of the arterial, ephemeral flow.
Where echoes converge and become ghost, at it's Canyons.
O Knight of Strongholds,
where memories melt and disappear,
showing of me again bare, of bones, of One.
Be but the realm of the transform
a symphony of ethereal whispers,
awakening dormant dreams of the alone.
In each delicate flake, a tale unfolds,
a moment frozen romance in time's embrace,
a reminder of the transient nature,
of seasons changing, of love evolving.
As winter's icy kiss adorns the land,
knows my dream and Fairy sits on the knuckle
at my back of hand.
I am reminded of fragile beauty,
of the miracles found buckled in surrender,
in the rendering to the Destiny-Unknown,
pullAge of lever of planned-perpetuity of Clan.
Moreover, be yet a childing
sprite a flitting kiss on blank slated cheek of Eternity, to surrender at His feet, at His Throne.
Awakening burning scars
in my sternum begin
invading secret strongholds
buried inside my conscience
Struggling and fighting
restless consuming times
to win resolutions
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