:: Stalker::
I can’t remember when I had, a moment to myself.
From day one I’ve worn this armor, has never been placed on a shelf.
Tis no complaint, I just relay the truth of all the saints.
We fight battles, day in day out, and carry those that faint.
And in the bunker as we strategize our next attack...
Lurking, is our enemy, hoping we will fall back.
he waits for some soldiers to sleep, to catch them off their guard.
While unaware, his tempting offers, entice some to his yard.
he offers slumber, gluttony, strong drink, to make us numb....
Studying each of our weak points, hoping we will succumb.
Seeking ways to break down walls, God gave us tools to build...
Looking for even just one soul, appearing to be unskilled.
The only way we win against this stalker, every day....
is if we use the sword of the spirit, and we fervently pray.
This battle is not given to the mighty nor the strong,
but the called whom will stand for God,
when the world says we are wrong.
Peculiar people, waging war, by God’s authority.
Denouncing the gains of this world, to become the minority.
We are an army, undefeated....from beginning to the end.
The stalker may cause injury, but WE will always win.
Raven
