When the resting ends I see again,
That long armed claw reaching out to steal
What is rightfully mine,
The raging lion prowls.
Only by the word of my Father and His son that I am joint heir
And have only a work and a journey and a destiny here,
To bring me back to them who sent me here,
Can I raise my arm to war.
I lay down my weapons, and take up His,
My standard proclaiming "Jesus,'
My soul
Exchanges faith for hopelessness,
Certainty of Salvation for wandering,
Breast plate of sin for righteousness that is only His,
And speaks in boldness with a sword of the Word to the demons in the darkness,
While running with the gospel of Peace on my feet,
Those gospel shoes that lead me to the cry of the spirit,
That treads a path to a place in my heart
That reaches Heaven through darkness,
Soars into the plain light of the throne and is Heard
And His word to the Heavenly goes out to defend me,
So that the shout of victory descends in increasing crescendo,
Through the ranks of Angels assigned to fight my cause
In the fierce battle field
Where the enemy tries to take me with force.
I do not stand alone.
Just as the fierceness of the war rages.
When the battle field seems full of my scars,
It is left, cleared, with only the wandering,ministering angels
Who bind up wounds in His blessed name,
The demons fleeing to some other cause not daring
to return
And I wonder, So often, in the sweetness of the Victory,
If I could see the battle in the Heavens raging,
The fights tto be fought and the battles won
Because here below I bowed the knee
And cried out in helplessness, God help me,
Would I be encouraged for the future fights?
Would I understand more of Heavenly rights
Grow nearer to my destiny?
Hold the cross closer for future gain?
Live more for Him then than in Him now?
Would I who dimly in that mirror see
Love Him more?
Than now in adversity. and allow
Him to do more in the weeping times?
I do not know, but when in prayer,
When my spirit seems to soar
I sometimes understand where the angels are,
and how many more there are in each fight than me.
The mirror below is dim, but the one above is clear,
And through that veil He is there waiting,
With open arms to give me joy,
And set me down to dance with angels.
I think I finally understand
I am the general and He the King.
If I obey His command
The battle rages only till it is won.
In certain victory; it lies with me in Him.
God is certain of His strategy,
My response determines the length of the war
And the heat of the battle fire.
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