Monday, June 18, 2012

Warrior Son



Noble warrior,
Kneels now to pray;
Knowing the Source
Of the strength he now wields.

Battle is raging,
Fierce and unceasing,
Enemy prowls,
Like a lion at hunt.

Warrior stiffens,
Sensing his target.
Power, it flows
Through the sword in his hands.

Enemy cowers,
Demons they flee,
At the sight of this warrior,
This Child of the King.

For, he wrestles not,
In flesh or by steel,
But in power of the Name,
Of his Lord, Jesus Christ.

At whose very Name,
Every knee shall bow down--
In joyful thanksgiving,
Or in wretched regret.

©®2012

Happy 10th Birthday to my wonderful Son, from a very proud Daddy.

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