While you were sleeping
angels and demons fought on
the mind battlefield.
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Spoke the Lord's Prayer
over sanded souls, hearts with holes
giving His will breath.
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A new day is here
The battle continues. But we
know how it ends.
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“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
Ephesians 6:12 NKJV
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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This was so deep and powerful. Loved your poem!
AMEN! Gave me goosies