Sensing Confusion, Seeing Clearly
A pull from the left,
A push from the right.
The national tongue cleft
Between day and night.
Demands from below
Seem the apex of power, of might.
Though just principalities, they know
Their own authority only darkness incite.
Though our battle
Against neither flesh nor blood,
But with cosmic powers rattle,
As if a raging flood.
Our stand against this force,
Is resistance girded in truth.
Our breastplate appropriately sourced,
Our anointed shoes to kick the sleuth.
No matter what,
Adorn the shield of faith!
To flaming darts you shut,
You thus equipped, merely a wraith.
Apply armor cover to your head,
Keep the Word in your mind.
Through the spiritual sword you are bred,
It is for Me you are designed.
Talk with Me all the daylong,
With your thoughts, your desires.
But be alert and persevere, bidding
brethren in song
With un-cleft tongue and a heart on fire.
Ephesians 6:10-20
A Paraphrase
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