The Gold And Glory Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

In God’s wardrobe there are many elegant clothes
The Shoes of the Prince of Peace for victory shows
The Garments of Praise for the spirit of heaviness
I tell you, truly, Believers are so wondrously blessed

There’s His garment of Zeal, when He’s at the Helm
Also the Golden Shoes of Glory securing His realm
Of course such clothes don’t come cheap; that’s for sure
God’s sold-out, focused, kids are progressively assured

Still more often it’s the enemy who sees these clothes
Royal garments for one’s who rule in Christ’s name shows
For God trust dead people who’ve exchanged wills for His
The flesh wants what the flesh wants, til Christ rules in biz

Can you feel the shaking of the Man-child’s awesome feet
Sometimes when I’m bowed before him, everything is sweet
Today he whispered in my ear of His pertinent recompense
My heart dance with Joy at His Counsel’s common-sense