The battle – Eph. 6

“Fight the good fight of faith” (1 Tim. 6:12)

Midst rising smoke, the battleground

Is filled with spears and lances keen,

But all this host God’s fire surrounds

With holy flame, for death’s pale gleam.

Around our hearts, his righteousness,

Our fire, a heart to love and bless,

God’s truth a weapon in each hand,

To speed His word we walk and stand.

Our trust in Him, from all a shield,

And with his thoughts our thoughts are sealed,

And girded with compassion’s robe,

His truth the belt that clasps each fold.

Through blinding mist and chilling rain

To face the blows, to gather pain

With faith’s unending battlecry,

Whose fight is not to kill … but die.

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