A mighty fortress

Psalm 18:2 

The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer;
My God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

 

Ephesians 6:11 

11 Put on the whole armor of God that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

 

A mighty fortress in my Lord

 

Sometimes waking in the morning with thoughts and concerns for others

Other days with thoughts of condemnation for the politicians of the day

My heart seems to go into mourning for the depravity that smothers

The good in me with frustration so that the better in me won’t stay

 

Everywhere the arrows fly with the negative points of poison

Always aimed at my heart that seems to be hiding deep in my flesh

The Spirit is just standing by ... almost like imprisoned

as almost every part in me looses out towards the rest

 

Does the environment pollute me ... does it really have that power?

Can it overcome the good that the Lord implanted in opportunity?

Am I not set free in deed but protected by walls and towers?

Is this not well understood that I have some responsibility?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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