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My Dwelling Place
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My Dwelling Place
Barb Elflein
Mar 29, 2007



As I leave my Father's Throne,
I leave with armor and not alone.
Out into the world I must go,
for Jesus prayed it would be so.

On the earth is where I walk, not dwell
With evil beings and hordes of hell.
The ones my Saviour defeated on the cross,
The ONE to whom these beings lost.

I have been supplied in the Presence of The King
The weapons I need to resist these things.
So as I began to go through my day,
terrorism comes out to play.
Their fiery darts they aim,
at my heart and at my brain.
Treachery, lies and deceit,
their only purpose is to defeat.

Phone calls, bills, shopping, driving,
working, talking, stress and striving.
This fills up my day,
in this world of stubble and hay.
My armor is weakening with all this stress,
I examine my heart, it looks a mess.
I have participated in what I hate,
I begin to complain and berate.

I listen to the fussing and fuming.
The gossips lips just won't stop moving.
Then I find myself beginning to say,
"Oh I understand how you feel that way!"

My armor then takes another blow,
as I open my mouth for more evil to grow.
I am beginning to weaken, beginning to faint.
Beginning to feel the enemy's constraint.

As all day long I have been involved
in the system of the world,
therefore no problems were solved.

Why did I run out of the shelter into the storm?
I know the Word, I have been warned.
We wrestle not against flesh and blood,
but in the flesh I certainly was.

Back to my shelter I retreat,
behind the veil before the Mercy Seat.
Once again I bow before the Throne,
where the Father receives His own.
I will stay in this Holy Canopy,
where the world can not get to me.

Rising above the guilt and the shame,
Grounded in Christ the Name above all Names!


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