Familiar faces portrayed by this
And familiar places used in his attacks
of gloom and woe
Dreams mostly is where a shape is conceived
but no bullet which strikes, and no knife which
by this wandering spirit of fear and anxiety,
has any effect on this Demon of
Then attack again. Then a continued
rush forward, gather again, rush once more,
wave after wave from these demons
on and on they attack in their deathly
Put back by faith, and scattered as the name
Walls donít protect, doors donít close out,
Of Jesus is cried out, but they reinforce
fleeing doesnít escape their persistence of
for another run.
in a fantasy, deceiving in a
lust, our flank is left unguarded,
ploy, the dream becomes a
hopelessness crashes our front
to take us captive.
back line of defense we had kept
Escape closed off, our weapons
Am I fallen?
Am I overtaken? Am I
our cries unheard, we fall prey
conquered and surrounded in
Devils unyielding pursuit.
Wake me O Lord! Snatch
me from this
But even in waking, I realize the battle
lost fight that I fight!
doesnít end, the scene just moves into
day and out of the night.
Dropping into obscurity and
Being unseen changes nothing of
from familiar faces and places,
We still want total victory,
Demons are still about.
total destruction of the familiar
a total route.
on the armor of God and in an
daily travails and nightly dreams see
the battle is turned.
and his demons cast into fire and
Gone are the conjured spirits of those we
Destroyed is the war of our mind and defeat of our
thought we knew.
And even though we may walk through the camp and face
Gone are the useless ways and means
We must not fear it.
to ward off this old feud.
strength starts and stops with Jesus,
may endure, but Jesus protects
war is His victory.
shields us with His sanctity.
No more devilish onslaughts, no more fearsome battles from our familiar
Jesus has covered us with His eternal armor, and the victory is ours,
where ever we go.
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