"they put on the War Coat for me" in a humble place on the other side of town, a precious warrior walk the floor... there are battles to be fought and souls to pray for before she walked out her door. the master woke early before the Sun did rise, from her room you can hear the prayers... sometimes a groan, sometimes a sigh. as she pays his back and forth a war coat appears on her chair, a cross her back and shoulders is place and worn beneath her flowing hair. the choice has been made... she will intercede the fight now truly will begin it is not flesh and blood she wrestles against it is principalities, powers, and sin. truly she carries her own burdens there are things that she alone must bear but she will submit to her Master this war coat she chooses to wear. faces come before her as the battle rages on And some faces are hid from sight... Supernatural power from heaven fills this home as with the spirit she continues to fight. stronghold come down, children are restored, souls are being set free... I wish I could thank her for the choice she made, for one of the souls set free was me. unable to pray and unable to break through sweet victory came that blessed day... my burden now lifted, my sight was restored, ordered footsteps and direction came my way. she made the choice to wear that coat, in the battle on her knees she pressed on... She finally felt the victory and burden lifted, before the break of dawn. If in your life a victory has come remember someone saw you through... A choice was made, a war coat was worn Intercession was made for you. Author Unknown
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 02:13:49 +0000