By Him I’m Claimed

The enemy slithers in wearing an invisible cloak,
trying always to deter you from the sacred path chosen;
he will degrade and shun you, eating away at your core,
urging anger and despair, until in your tracks you’re frozen.

Oh, whoa the one who spurns, for ever will he try,
never to fully succeed to turn you from your path;
for a bow of the head, and a silent prayer
will shine light anew, bringing the enemy wrath.

Unbeknownst to him are eternal ties that bind,
loves’ light, twined string into a Spirit filled soul;
no longer do you delay, but move forward anew,
with His love, and everlasting light your only goal.

I shall pray for you, oh, enemy of the dark,
that your rage reverses, til the unveiling of pain;
for a healing of hurt, a bath of forgiveness,
washing your soul clean, to return to Him again.

Until such time my feet stand firm,
planted in the garden of my sacred journey;
when my time comes, I’ll gladly go,
and before my Saviour I’ll fall on bended knee.

Know this then, oh, prince of darkness, I see you in the chaos,
ever will I turn and flee into the arms of my Saviour;
search me out no more, for you know I cannot be turned away,
return to me that which you stole, it’s a command, not a favour.

In His Holy name, I denounce you once more,
ever His am I, a child of God, so named;
His love and pure light, my armour and my shield,
my strength, my courage; by Him alone, I’m claimed.

 © Leslie C Dobson

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