Into battle.
He grips at her heels. Nipping and biting. Giving all he has and is to just Get Her Down. Defeated. He is here to kill, steal, and destroy. If I could substitute; yes tag team. Wait. Can I? Hosana. In the highest. Worship. Shall I lead the way with the sword. Could the way to defeat him and get him off of her be spreading the word to others to get him preoccupied. To be proactive. For my gift is not comfort. Hers is. That is her place. And his. My left hand man. He shall help me at any cause to march into battle. On my right hand the lord. My shield bearer. Her; she shall aid. Comfort the blow. Give me wisdom. Beyond my imagination. To know what is best in situations as dark as the depths he is condemned to. I shall march. Intercede. OH Yes! Intercede. For I feel at this exact moment in time I am restless and angry. And all I can do is pray. Tongues. For I know not what to pray for. And I have been given several different types of tongues. He shall choose the correct one for the specific time. He shall interpret.
March. Sound the alarm. For it is coming. The revelation. The revolution. Into battle I plunge. For what use is my life unless it is furthering his kingdom and loving. Yes eternally loving.
You lead. I will follow.
And in following.
Lead others.
I will go.
Yes; I will go.
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We need more men like you
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