Sometimes I think we need to have the curtain pulled back, so we can really see what is going on. There is warfare going on in the spiritual realm. Yes, you heard me in the spiritual realm. This is not a physical battle using hands, politics, swords or guns. It is a battle against ungodly spirits operating in the affairs of men. We can use our gifts to create something of substance that gives hope. A life fully surrendered and our armor on. If we can remember our fight is spiritual, then how much more effective would we be with bringing the kingdom of God. Spend much time in praise and worship. Talk to God on what He wants to do through you as a vessel for his purpose. As God leads and grants you the vision, those chains of bondage will fall down and crumble. We have so much we can do as long as we yield to the Lord. He just wants someone to take the time to get alone in prayer and worship Him.
The alarm is set
The dismal atmosphere awakened
Trembling all around
Coming forth from the horizon
In a distance footsteps of thunder
Make way for the army
It is here, now
The ones carrying the light
All march to the beat
Of the oracles of God
As holy hands are lifted
In one accord, we cry!
Tearing apart every high thing
That exalts itself against
The revelation of the King of the universe
Upwards and downwards,
Sideways, through and through
Cutting, slashing, demolishing
Like a two-edged sword
Ripped to a shredded mess
Evil imagination beware
Everyone using their gift to stir the soul
With a stroke of the brush
Each color mirrors the Almighty
The essence of God guides the artist’s hand
As the dancer looks up
And glides across the floor
Each position flows in praise
His signs of compassion written through
The words of the poet
With a camera, the portrait-maker marks the landscape
Of the Creator’s fingerprints
Every note of the songster
Beckons the majesty of the Lord
Swelling the space with His presence
The musician skillfully plays
At the ease of the Holy Spirit
Igniting a storm of worship
The onlooker is healed and set free
The conquest is ours, Hallelujah!
Glory be to God in the heavens!
Fear is banished, Despair is no more
A new day has come
Our hearts are pliable and open
Ready for moisture from the Holy word
We trek on to the next victory
Poem By TheRedInkSpot
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