Pure Faith I stand on a mountain covered compeltely. Unable to see I stand still waiting watching, for God's degree. I don't know what is ahead but I know what I left behind: a tratious mob shouting for my decline, masked transient beings who seem true and real until you check your progress and realise they were always a part of your ordeals. So here I have come to see what I will become when I step off the edge, die to fear and live in pure faith.
Where is Your Armor? You are a valiant soldier. You were chosen to complete this mission and you will with God's great vision. What you need now- is your Armor. You need the belt of truth, to brace against stealthy lies. You need the breatplate of righteousness, to live honorably and ward off sins. You need the gospel of peace, to speak truth against those who deceive. You need the shield of faith, against pesky doubts that try to inflame fear, hate and anxiety. You need the helmet of salvation, to protect your mind so on your soul sin will not dine. You need the sword of the spirit, God's words that slices through even the thickest fog of gloom and doom. Now you are equipped with all you need. With a triumphant heart you can now proceed.
You Decide You decide where the tide flows what goes and what's really for show. You decide that you are not here to scratch and scrape just to be someone's slave except God's. You decide faith or fear one must be killed with the spear of defiance and a lot of reliance on the One who is the I Am. You decide your voice and the choice to do what's right not what is good. You decide life is worth death to the theft of your joy and the you they can never conceive.