The Victory Poem by Dee DeShay

Here I am sitting in a chair, wondering, God are You even there?
There is a war in my soul, sometimes, I feel like I am losing control
Gazing the rooming, wondering if anyone really wants to hear the Truth
We're so used to having 'church', we often times miss putting You first
Everything is so rehearsed, we memorize a verse, and then turn around and live like we're cursed.
Man, that's the worse!
Here I am sitting in a chair, wondering, God are You even there?
As I watch people praise, some hands raised, some standing,
some of us stuck in our chairs, with a stare
, it's like an invisible force holding us there.
It's like we aren't a ware of the enemies snare to tear us to shred, and if he had his way-we'd all be dead.
People! We have to wake up from the daze! Get Up! Come On! Push out that Praise! We have to do it everyday!
Cause we are in a fight!
Not black verses white.
But the kingdom darkness verses the kingdom of Light!
You can't wait to get it right, time is now, it is time to fight!
Satan has been coming at us with all his might.
God says, its time to put those demons to flight.
His Holy spirit in us is like, a stick of dynamite,
BOOM! not one demon left on this site.
This is a word from the Lord tonight!
Listen, I hear a sound!
There is something in the spirit that is about to go down!
A throw down, a show down.
Yeah! Listen
it's Satan's strongholds coming down,
a shake down, a break down
inumerous towns rep'in on the battlegrounds
Come! Come! gather around, lift your voice, let the trumpet sound
We're here in power and we're pulling them down.
Intercessors here praying that the lost would be found.
Worshipers, bowing down
God's holy angles encamped all around, ready to loose all who are bound
Equipped with the word and sword, calling all Christians, 'All aboard! '
We're going to the battlefield, We're the army of the Lord
Jesus is the Christ. And from the place of Victory, as His soldiers we do stand and fight! Strapped in His armor of Light! We do overwhelm the night! With strength from our praise, we fall down on our knees,
offering sacrificial praise to the Ancient of Days,
moving from us the chair, glazed with tantalizing pleasures, that fade, rooted in fear and pride
To drinking from the well of worship, where His Holy spirit abides.
And so, from our chairs we do rise! Knowing that we must run this race as to win a prize. We are never alone, Jesus dwells inside. So from this chair I do victoriously rise, knowing Jesus has already won this fight!