I’m alone against the storm,
wearing custom-fitted armour,
courtesy of the Lord.
I’m a lone wanderer in form,
but my way is assured,
courtesy of the Lord.
I’m a fighter on the boards,
wearing gloves of solid steel,
courtesy of the Lord.
And I’m invincible,
a man of principles.
Courtesy of the Lord.
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I haven’t written a Christian poem in a while. It’s about time I did.
Here’s one for the big guy upstairs.
Cheers
Steve 🙂
❤️
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Wonderful
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Thanks so much, Caroline 🙂
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