Joshua Blooded

From King’s Strong-tower my
War-cry is bellowed from innermost-being,
Piercing enemy territory.
Vision-visored,
I blaze into battle with
Joan of Arc reflecting in my Faith-shield.
King has * battle-trained my hands to
Hold high my Spirit-sword.
Truth-girdled, I silence devourer,
His doubt-seeds crushed under my Gospelled feet that
Stand high on Mount Unshakable.
Here, King shows me the * pleasant places,
Boundaried by His Love.
Why did I let my God down?
I slept while devourer boundary-shifted,
I buckled when he hollow-barked.
But now,
Now is the time for
Operation Deliverance -
Milk and honey call!
King comes Might-riding beside me,
His coat of arms
Displays Cross of Freedom,
Elevated for all to see.
His blood, an unconquerable tide-force,
Swallows up the enemy
And seal-secures my rightful territory.
King has won the battle for me
That I may forever war-cry from Camp Victory.


* trained my hands = reference to Psalm 18: 34
* pleasant places = reference to Psalm 16: 6


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