hi yall this being sunday i thought id post this
This story is of a soldier, of a hero brave in war,
with feats that he accomplished, that no one had before.
His commander called a meeting, and requested a volunteer,
One with strength and courage, a man who knew no fear.
"A suicide mission," He said,"that may help to end this fight,
you must sacrifice for wrong, so this world can turn out right."
In the silence of the crowd, came a stern but gentle voice,
"Send me" He told the general,"cause you have no other choice."
The commander paused a moment, as he knew what must be done,
as grief filled up the general's heart, This soldier his only son.
As the soldier prepared for battle, these instructions he was told,
"You must die to save this world, be strong my son, be bold."
Then this brave and mighty soldier, called his foe,as though inviting,
drew his sword equipped with truth, began a war of all out fighting.
He soon received a message, with instructions from his boss,
"It's time for you to die my son, but it's not a total loss."
"Our enemy must kill you," the general's message said.
"They will think they've won the war, with our mighty soldier dead."
"Then after three short days, I'll renew your given power."
"You'll rise up from the grave, and be King that very hour."
The soldier obeyed his orders, laid his weapons on the ground,
was tagged a P.O.W., but he never made a sound.
Then the enemy's great leader, cursing truth with every breath,
said "Take this hero soldier, and put him straight to death."
Then away they took the soldier, as the winds began to toss,
they beat him and they mocked him, then they nailed him to a cross.
After three days in the grave, as his message clearly said,
the general of the army, brought his son back from the dead.
The hero of the war, was this man who volunteered,
He was decorated proudly, while the other soldiers cheered!
His death remains a symbol, and a path was clearly paved,
That if other soldiers serve Him, their lives too would be saved.
But soon the world forgot Him,even to this very day,
They list the soldier Jesus, PRESENTLY M.I.A.
The Devil has launched a massive attack,
on the armies of the Lord.
No time to waste, no time to loose,
no time can he afford.
The time is now, for Christ's return,
so he's turning up the heat.
He's got our backs up against the wall,
his victory is so sweet.
His Demons poised with darts in hand,
as our defense weakly stalls.
And rejoice they do, when the battle's through,
and another Christian falls.
The battles that the Devil wins,
he doesn't even draw his gun.
Because at the sight, of a dirty fight,
most Christians turn and run.
They lay down at the Devil's feet,
and he steps upon their head.
Then the Devil laughs, to his evil staff,
just leave this one for dead.
But we Christians need to understand,
that the battles that we wage.
Were fought with pride, the day Christ died,
on Calvary's Holy stage.
But we Christians hide when sufferings come,
when affliction comes our way.
Limp wristed in our stand for Christ,
with meekness we do pray.
We give in, each time a battle roars,
at the sight of blood we fade.
We don't look like soldiers brave and bold,
but like Girl Scouts on parade.
So it's back to basic training friends,
off to boot camp we must go.
To learn those lessons once again,
we should already know.
So listen up, to sergeant Tim,
with no talking in the ranks.
The first lesson that we'll learn today,
is how to guard our flanks.
Keep both your eyes on General Christ,
regardless of what you see.
Then strap the helmet of Salvation on,
the hat that set you free.
Then the breastplate of righteousness, fasten tight,
and cover those feet with peace.
And brace those loins about with truth,
till all the bombing's cease.
Then take the shield of faith in hand,
and pray for all your worth.
And that fiery dart, aimed for your heart,
will fall back down to earth.
Take the sword of the spirit and hold it tight,
and swing it like a fool.
And cut those Demons down to size,
in a Holy Ghost'n duel.
Cause we don't fight with flesh and blood,
but with powers from the dark.
And with spiritual wickedness resting high,
not from some kiddie park.
So the armor of God, you now possess,
is all you'll ever need.
So don't run away, stand and fight today,
with Jesus at the lead.
But there might be days approaching you,
when a dart may make it through.
You might leave your shield at home one day,
when Satan comes for you.
So if he knocks you down my friend,
don't just lay there on the floor.
But boldly stand, with sword in hand,
and declare a Holy War!
Then call on General Jesus Christ,
to help you kick some tail.
And watch the Devils demons run,
and scamper back to Hell.
Cause General Christ is always there,
regardless of how dim.
But if he's late, don't you hesitate,
to call on sergeant Tim.
follow the flame
