The road we walk can be rocky
Where Satan loves to see us fall.
His power on earth grows stronger
With every soul fallen he calls.
Wage your war against this demon
With the Armour of the, ” Lord God Head.”
For Satan will then become helpless
On your sanctified soil… he tries to tread.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful and lovely poem...great poetic lines! ! ! 10+++