Richard Merrell

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Warfare - Poem by Richard Merrell

The darts that Satan shoots
Cause me much grief and care;
But with the shield of faith

I can quench the poison there!

For the Devil is mine enemy
And he seeks to do me harm;
But the helmet of salvation

Is found in my Saviour's arms!

The hurts that pierce my heart oftimes
My Saviour knows full well;
He suffered more than I can know

The Rod, the grave; (that's hell)

I stand therefore girt with truth
And the Christ I do confess;
Feet shod with the Gospel of peace

Wearing the breastplate of righteousness!

My armour full is Yeshua the Christ
None other one can save;
So Satan, 'Get thee hence'

That command my Saviour gave!

Matthew 4: 10; Ephesians 6: 11-17


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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (4/15/2012 1:42:00 AM)


    Amazing powerful words! Thank you for writing this lovely poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 15, 2012


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