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The Battle
It has been ages since the battle has begun. Days of obscurity eluded the earth that no light can pass through those thick dark billows.
Banners were raised. Sounding trumpets were heard. And in all the people I cried out to the heavens, “ Do not be frightened and do not be saddened at the great horde, for the battle is not yours, but God’s. “
With triumph on their lips they raised their swords with might.. But they stood with wavering knees. Faces of trepidation are on their faces. Faces of soreness, gloom, spinelessness, weakness and hesitation.
Midnight came. Suddenly heavy rain started to descend. Flashes of lightning illuminated the battle ground. The thunders were on our ears. The breath of the earth was like raging waves passed through our armors. Death is rapidly approaching.
I ran into the sanctuary, dragging my feet as if manacles were coupled upon my feet. With all the vigor left in me, I pushed the door. Brought myself kneeling upon the hushed halls of the inner courts. I watched the bare table in front. I seized my blade upon my chest and pleaded for clemency. “How imprudent I am Lord to draw closer into Your hallowed presence with stains of blood and guilt upon my hands and shield. The sword in my hand which I had used to pierce Your heart every time I let the demons make a footstool. Traces of the former times are still in my mind, but I come in meekness with a mass of supplications at hand. There was no other place like this, being in serenity in the middle of war, being still at the heart of a hurricane. My innards groan. You are my shelter and my stronghold. Who equipped me with strength for the battle. You made those who rise against me sink under me. For this battle is not ours but Your’s alone.
The horse is made ready for the day of war, but power to overcome is from the Lord.
-Proverbs 21:31
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