Battles Within

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Faintly a whisper speaks in the dark hour, where I drift in and out of a sleepy torpor.
“Fall under winters spell, where you will dwell no more warm. You, yes you who I have enslaved, your bones are cold, dark, and dreary, a carcass of lonely, doubtful nothing. Massage your heart with festering bitterness in places unforgiveness lingers. Lean deeply into your flesh, the ecstasy of desire, where eyes lurk, waiting to take you further from the One you love.”

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“Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns. (Matthew 16:23)”

Wake o’sleeper,
There are words to convey,
With My strength and in the
Power of One who’s Name is Higher than any other name.

Rise!
Rise from the ashes,
Awake from the curse,
Rise with Me high into the heavens of eternal life.

Do away with worldly thoughts
And cling to My side
Hold my hand and let Me guide
Your heart to places My love resides.

Grow with me and ask, shall you speak,
For what I have for you will never fall weak.
Rise out of the ashes, Rise, My child of the King of the Most High.

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