The battle rages all around <br />Cries of terror the only sound <br />Ebon clouds the horizon fills <br />Bones tremble in death's dark chill <br /> <br />Desolate the land barren and cold <br />Blood stained with soldiers young and old <br />Rubble and ash great cities lay waste <br />Even the strongest flee in haste <br /> <br />Yet up from the ashes a warrior is seen <br />Clothed in armour of heavenly beams <br />Fatigue and injury will not dissuade <br />This valiant warrior fearlessly unafraid <br /> <br />The helmet of salvation renews her mind <br />The sword of the Spirit, God's Word refined <br />With the belt of truth around her waist <br />The breastplate of righteousness firmly in place <br /> <br />Her feet are supported with the Gospel of peace <br />Confident that all envy and strife will cease <br />The holiest of faith clads the undaunting shield <br />Extinguishing the darts the enemy wields <br /> <br />She's led by the Spirit as her prayers ascend <br />Her Lord's voice only will she attend <br />Ever mindful of her comrades in arms <br />Shunning the evil one's deadly charms <br /> <br />Off into battle daily she now goes <br />Vanquishing the unseen demonic foes <br />Knowing her battle is not with mankind <br />But with powers and forces affecting the mind <br /> <br />She stands in the Victory of Jesus her King <br />Trusting His Word, His praises she sings <br />'No weapon formed against me will stand' <br />Proclaiming the Gospel throughout the land<br /><br />Theresa Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rising-warrior/
