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2 Corinthians 10:4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds.

Sometimes I think we need to have the curtain pulled back, so we can really see what is going on. There is warfare going on in the spiritual realm. Yes, you heard me in the spiritual realm. This is not a physical battle using hands, politics, swords or guns. It is a battle against ungodly spirits operating in the affairs of men. We can use our gifts to create something of substance that gives hope. A life fully surrendered and our armor on. If we can remember our fight is spiritual, then how much more effective would we be with bringing the kingdom of God. Spend much time in praise and worship. Talk to God on what He wants to do through you as a vessel for his purpose. As God leads and grants you the vision, those chains of bondage will fall down and crumble. We have so much we can do as long as we yield to the Lord. He just wants someone to take the time to get alone in prayer and worship Him.

The alarm is set

The dismal atmosphere awakened

Trembling all around

Coming forth from the horizon

In a distance footsteps of thunder


Make way for the army

It is here, now

The ones carrying the light

All march to the beat

Of the oracles of God


As holy hands are lifted

In one accord, we cry!

Tearing apart every high thing

That exalts itself against

The revelation of the King of the universe


Upwards and downwards,

Sideways, through and through

Cutting, slashing, demolishing

Like a two-edged sword

Ripped to a shredded mess

Evil imagination beware


Everyone using their gift to stir the soul


With a stroke of the brush

Each color mirrors the Almighty

The essence of God guides the artist’s hand


As the dancer looks up

And glides across the floor

Each position flows in praise


His signs of compassion written through

The words of the poet


With a camera, the portrait-maker marks the landscape

Of the Creator’s fingerprints


Every note of the songster

Beckons the majesty of the Lord

Swelling the space with His presence

The musician skillfully plays

At the ease of the Holy Spirit

Igniting a storm of worship


The onlooker is healed and set free

The conquest is ours, Hallelujah!

Glory be to God in the heavens!

Fear is banished, Despair is no more

A new day has come

Our hearts are pliable and open

Ready for moisture from the Holy word

We trek on to the next victory

Poem By TheRedInkSpot

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