In prayer, I polish my armour.

 

In prayer, I polish my armour,

With tears, I bring up the shine.

Skilfully learning with each new trial,

To do battle, with Your hand in mine.

One day I will lie in that pasture,

Until then I must fight the good fight.

With each new defeat, I am training,

Until heaven's gates are in sight.

The enemy wants to keep me distracted,

Doesn't care what He puts me through!

To live through each pain re- enacted,

But, wait, I have the word of truth!

This enemy, is already defeated,

My Jesus has silenced this foe.

He gave me a brand new beginning,

A new heart, new life and new hope.

Dawn Annette Montague

5 December 2022