War
"The Gates of Hell are not so prone to prevail as I thought that they were, as I thought that they were prone to prevail"- Rich Mullins
I sin agian and the enemy laughs, and throws me to the ground, he laughs at me and says "Boy, what do you fight for, you know you'll never win, the Lord that you serve has deserted you again." The hope flows out of me through every gaping wound, my last strength begins to fade, and then I remember the price that He paid, and deep within my soul a weak cry is raised, and I feel His answering touch. I look up at my enemy, as he gloats above my head and say,"Begone Satan, you no longer have power over me, your strength was broken on the Tree. The enemy runs, and I stand up, and plod on my way.
I sin agian and the enemy laughs, and throws me to the ground, he laughs at me and says "Boy, what do you fight for, you know you'll never win, the Lord that you serve has deserted you again." The hope flows out of me through every gaping wound, my last strength begins to fade, and then I remember the price that He paid, and deep within my soul a weak cry is raised, and I feel His answering touch. I look up at my enemy, as he gloats above my head and say,"Begone Satan, you no longer have power over me, your strength was broken on the Tree. The enemy runs, and I stand up, and plod on my way.
posted by Feanor at 8:14 PM
3 Comments:
agian?, oh boy that was a horrible place for typo wadn't it?
Spell checker, it's a lovely invention.
Spell checker, it's a lovely invention.
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