Don't tell me what I can and can't do!
Because of my accomplishments, do I offend you?
Are you mad because the devil can't touch my body or my soul?
Give your life to my God and show that devil whose in control.
Hold your head up high and don't be ashame,
for all are unpure and everyone has a blame.
Walk around like you know what you know,
that God lives in you and to all man he'll show.
I'm the daughter of a righteous and wealthy man.
So if you're my sister let's stop fighting and walk hand to hand.
We were all made in God's own perfect image.
Let's put on the whole armour and give the devil a scrimmage.
Together we will defeat Satan and win the race,
but let's be careful to thank God for his mercy and grace.
We are soliders on the battlefield for the Lord.
So let's all stand together and get on one accord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that very much. I am also the daughter of that King. <