The battle rages all around
Cries of terror the only sound
Ebon clouds the horizon fills
Bones tremble in death's dark chill
Desolate the land barren and cold
Blood stained with soldiers young and old
Rubble and ash great cities lay waste
Even the strongest flee in haste
Yet up from the ashes a warrior is seen
Clothed in armour of heavenly beams
Fatigue and injury will not dissuade
This valiant warrior fearlessly unafraid
The helmet of salvation renews her mind
The sword of the Spirit, God's Word refined
With the belt of truth around her waist
The breastplate of righteousness firmly in place
Her feet are supported with the Gospel of peace
Confident that all envy and strife will cease
The holiest of faith clads the undaunting shield
Extinguishing the darts the enemy wields
She's led by the Spirit as her prayers ascend
Her Lord's voice only will she attend
Ever mindful of her comrades in arms
Shunning the evil one's deadly charms
Off into battle daily she now goes
Vanquishing the unseen demonic foes
Knowing her battle is not with mankind
But with powers and forces affecting the mind
She stands in the Victory of Jesus her King
Trusting His Word, His praises she sings
'No weapon formed against me will stand'
Proclaiming the Gospel throughout the land
Theresa Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rising-warrior/
