Only a pleasure-man! I'm drained with all the "missiles"-my helmet askew, lost my shield somewhere in the battle, slipped on my cobble shoe and in need of a helping paw.
Ever read Pilgrims Progress?
A Battle Unseen
In the shadows where the silence breathes,
A battle rages, though none perceives.
Not with swords or shields of old,
But in the heart where faith takes hold.
The night is dark, the whispers loud,
The enemy moves beneath the shroud.
He casts his doubts, he sows his fear,
But the warrior’s heart will not adhere.
Armor gleams, though not of steel,
But truth and righteousness reveal.
The shield of faith, unyielding, strong,
Deflects the lies that don't belong.
A sword is drawn, the Spirit’s word,
Sharper than any weapon heard.
It cuts through lies, reveals the light,
Dispelling darkness with its might.
The battle’s fierce, the wounds are deep,
But angels guard while soldiers sleep.
Prayers rise like incense sweet,
A cry for strength, a call to meet.
In this war, not flesh and bone,
But powers and forces unknown.
Yet victory is not of man,
But by the blood of the Lamb’s own hand.
Stand firm, O soldier, do not fear,
The Lord of Hosts is always near.
Though battles come, and storms assail,
In Christ alone, we shall prevail.
For every tear, for every pain,
There’s a crown of life to gain.
And when the final trumpet sounds,
We’ll rise in glory, heaven-bound.
So fight the fight, endure the race,
With eyes fixed on the Savior’s face.
For in this battle, though it’s long,
His strength will make the weak heart strong.
Shalom
Johann.