Steady struggle with sin
Becomes big battlefield;
To emerge so victorious,
Preparation must be fulfilled.
Put on the Almighty's armor,
Standing safely with courage;
Defeat the enemy's evil forces
And tricks of this dark age.
Firm faith is your shield,
Stopping the fiery arrows;
They're aimed at you by satan
To bring burning sorrows.
For as long as we live
In this so sick, stubborn world;
Abound in faith, love, and hope,
Be always adamant, not cold.
Reach the ultimate goal -
The promised salvation;
Be holy and blameless,
Striving towards perfection.
Steady struggle with sin Becomes big battlefield; To emerge so victorious, Preparation must be fulfilled. An uplifting spiritual poem, sir Bernard.
Perfection! ! ! To reach the ultimate goal! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Loved your earnest call to strive towards perfection. I found the poem very inspiring. 'Firm faith is your shield, Stopping the fiery arrows; They're aimed at you by satan To bring burning sorrows.' - Loved this stanza particularly.