Celestial
Intercession
Simple, yet meaningful.
Unseen, yet beautiful.
Unheard, yet orchestral.
Unspoken, yet vocal.
Felt, yet invisible.
The mind’s eye sees.
The heart sees, hears, knows.
The body, an earthen vessel.
The soul, the link of all.
To One, a treasure.
To One, a trinket.
One created the earth and heavens
one was evicted to earth from heaven.
One imparts Knowledge,Wisdom and Faith.
one imparts Fear, Doubt and Anxiety.
The mind is a battlefield, where souls are won and lost in a dramatic tug of war.
You are being fought for by a warrior who knows that defeat is not an option. A warrior who will not give up on you, even when you have given up on yourself. And it might be a person made of flesh and blood, or it may be an angel, “ Do not forget to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” (Hebrews 13:2)
You are not in it alone.
You are the treasure.
Don’t ever give up.
❤️Anna, your comment on Living Water vs Flaming Arrows “ simple, yet so meaningful” sparked this writing. ❤️
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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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Oh, thank you this is such an honor and a beautiful poem!💗💗
This is full of Holy Spirit power! Love this, very encouraging.