A Verse Of Praise

Drawing blood on the spiritual battlefield
Ephesians six, the armor with the shield
The real weapons, a Bible, a willing heart
And the intellectuals think they are smart
Faulty wisdom on the wide path of deception

In black-and-white terms, it is just rejection
Rejection of the Power, rejection of hope
Now the prisoner that dropped the soap
Rejecting reconciliation, making so little sense
Becoming an effigy, outcome of being dense

An indictment against a position I once held
Mutual exclusion, no way they both can meld
Everybody can decide no matter how they swing
Some choose reason, others decide to sing
Praises to the Most High because it's deserved
And their places in Heaven are forever reserved

Maybe it's a falsehood, just a systematic fraud
The devil's advocates still proclaim belief in God
The visual evidence is as clear as pure morning
One can't say they weren't given proper warning
Decide for yourself, whichever way it prevails
Remember all the consequences the choice entails

At the end of earthly life, your file is on the docket
Just hope the Intercessor is in your front pocket
Coming to your rescue, bringing you aid
Only then, will your debt be already paid

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Romans 8:37-39 Awesome write, I enjoyed it very much.