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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