ADVANCING LINES

Rugged storms, the winds

of change, lift our moorings

from the planting inside of us.

We resist by setting into the winds,

standing firm, but still we stumble

under the pressing weight, falling

into and apart from our self.

We like to think we are soldiers,

resisting the enemy, fighting back

with advancing lines.  But the truth

is gold and prayer is by faith; the

shield of protection, the armor of the

Lord.

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