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I was supposed to be an overcomer
to be in the first line of his front
I was to fight for others
to keep them from satan's lies.
Lord you told me I'll have
satan under my feet
but he's got me under his feet.
He hit me when I expected the least,
he hit me where he knew
I was the weakest.
Oh God, he got me on my fours
and he's grinning at me now.
My armour is all stripped off,
my shameful nakedness is before
my eyes and yours.
Lord, you clothed me with
your armour, but in the nick of time
I chose to take it off.
I ain't worth of you, Sir.
I am the least and the weakest
of your soldiers.
Lord, I wish you dismiss me,
I ain't worth carrying on your flag,
to be called with your name.
I am the weak link in your chain.
Take me to your nursery room,
I'm of no use now on the battlefield
I'm only causing troubles and wories
to my fellow soldiers in charge.
Please, help me once again.
I ventured astray
and satan took advantage of me.
He hit me the hardest he could
and now I am down on the ground,
helpless.
I need you to cover me again
in your righteousness.
Annoint my bruises and forgive me,
I chose to depart from you,
I chose to inhale poison
instead of your empowering fresh air.
Clear my blurring eyes
to see you again.
Anew my senses, again to feel you.
Touch my ears, make me
hear your voice.
I broke the connection with heaven.
I want to come back to you,
take me and heal my mind,
cleanse it, make it new;
It's where I lost the battle,
It's where devil saw my cracks
and blew his blazing blasts.
Put me again on my feet
Make me an overcoming soldier
Put me in the first line, again.....
© Sabina Rosca
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