Looking out over lands and seas,
Wielding the power of the keys,
Transporting you to the golden shore,
Where love and peace reign evermore.
There's a warrior band ready to fight,
With all their faith and awesome might.
Defeating the enemy's force forever,
That's their great and crowning endeavour.
Call on the keys; use their power,
Boldly and bravely, every hour,
Freeing the lost from the enemy's jaws,
Giving your life to a worthy cause.
Then you will be My shining lights
All the way through the darkest nights;
Braving the wild and raging storm,
Reaching the destiny to which you were born.
Winning the mighty battle grim,
Strengthened by heavenly courage within.
You'll overcome evil's powers
Dwelling forever in heavenly bowers.
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Author Notes
The spiritual battles are real, and in order to withstand them we must rise above them with faith. This poem came about as a result of some intense battles with the effects of sickness on both myself and those around me.
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