There is a sweet name I love to call
When my flesh is weak and sick
I have come to know Him
He's unending Love
Jesus is the sweet Melody I sing
He has opened His armoury to me
All weapons of spiritual war to fight
He has placed His helmet of salvation on my head
All evil thoughts I cast down
I love Him for He first loved me
He has fastened his belt of truth around my waist
Am strong and protected in His love
I call forth my strength from Zion
In him I find deep Wells of life
And I will sing of His unending love.
Let the weak find strength in His love
All inhabitants of the earth declare his power
That truth foundation , assured rock of salvation
That pure sacrificial lamb of Calvary
Sing of His unending love.
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Author:
Francis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2023 07:19
- Category: Religion
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Comments3
Armed with spiritual weapons all wars could be won and the world would be a better place to live in🥰
We are still in the war ... And we fight in His Mighty Name
Beautiful words, beautiful poem, wonderfully inspiring.
Thanks Bella
Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord
We do not wrestle against flesh and blood
Amen.
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