I Am A Soldier - Poem by Nora Eason
I am a Soldier, a Prayer Warrior, in the Army of my God.
The Lord Jesus Christ is my Commanding Officer.
The Holy Bible is my Code of Conduct.
Faith, Prayer and the Word are my Weapons of Warfare.
I have been Taught by the Holy Spirit,
Trained by the Experience,
Tried by Adversity and Tested by Fire.
I am a Volunteer in His Army, and I am Enlisted for Eternity.
I will either Retire in His Army at the Rapture
or Die in His Army;
But I am Faithful, Capable and Dependable.
If my God needs me, I am there. I am not a Baby.
I do not need to be Pampered, Petted, Primed up,
Pumped up, Picked up, or Pepped up.
No one has to Call me, Remind, Write me,
Visit me, Entice me, or Lure me. I am a Wimp.
I am in Place, Saluting my King, Obeying His Orders,
Praising His Name, and Building His Kingdom.
No one has to Send me Flowers, Gifts, Food, Cards, Candy or
Give me Handouts. I am Committed. I do not need to be
Cuddled, Cradled, Cared for or Catered to.
I cannot have my Feelings hurt bad enough to turn around.
I cannot be Discouraged enough to turn me aside.
I cannot Lose enough to cause me to quit.
When Jesus called me into His Army, I had nothing.
If I end with nothing, I will still come out even. I will Win.
My God will Supply all my needs. I am More than a Conqueror.
I will always Triumph. I can do all things through Christ.
Devils cannot Defeat me. People cannot Disillusion me.
Weather cannot Weary me. Sickness cannot stop me.
Battles cannot Beat me. Money cannot Buy me.
Governments cannot Silence me and Hell cannot Handle me.
Even Death cannot Destroy me.
For when my Commander calls me from this Battlefield,
He will Promote me to a Captain and then Bring me back to
Rule this world with Him!
I will not Give up, I will not turn around!
I am a Soldier, a Prayer Warrior, in the Army of God and
I am Marching and Claiming Victory!
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