“My Weapons”
Fire kindles the brushwood as the waters begin to boil,
Making your name known as the nation’s tremble, the enemy’s trap you spoil.
O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and you are the Potter,
We all are the work of your hands as the refiners fire grows hotter.
A new heaven and a new earth; former things will not be remembered,
All of my life I have given over to you, my all to you I have to surrender.
My life once in bondage and broken has now been fully restored.
Heaven is My throne, and the earth is My footstool says the Lord,
Dust shall be the serpent's food, and on his belly, he has to stay,
The Lord will come in fire and the enemy judged one final day.
He will gather the nations and tongues and they will see the Lord’s glory,
Written in the Book it is all true and not just some meaningless story.
I will not be afraid, for I am with you to deliver you, says the Lord,
Standing on the word of God forever as I lift up my two edged sword.
My enemy will never prevail against me the victory is in my hand,
The weapons of my warfare are mighty and Satan will yield to my command.
4-17-2010
By Robert T Bouchard

Tags: Lord God

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