Wearing a cardboard suit of armor,
in a battle for your soul,
blinded to the danger,
intent on maintaining control,
convinced you are much wiser
than the average soldier, {& you are}
but still, a wounded warrior,
who's wandered, oh, so far~
Your thirst runs through the forest,
never finding the clean stream,
your hunger has you feasting
every moment that you dream,
your longing for true victory
has you seeing it where none is,
your hope for lasting love always brings you
back to knowing the only truth is His~
Still, you taste a drop or two, my friend,
then return to what you've known,
unwilling, just yet, to start again,
& stop sitting on your heart's throne,
There's only room for one King to reign there,
& it's the only way to be free~
~All authority belongs to King Jesus,
surrender is the way to victory~
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~Written for Gord....
~I long to see you walking
in Ephesians 6:10-18~
~Victory, freedom, healing, peace~
~Enfolded in His perfect, everlasting love~
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~By Anastazia Rowe~
Jan 25th, 2005.