MY BLOOD 🩸 IS BITTER .

In the depths of my soul, a fire burns bright
A flame that flickers, with holy light
A beacon of hope, in darkest night
A declaration of war, against the devil's might

My blood is bitter, a poison to his taste
A venom that repels, his wicked haste
For I am clothed, in the armor of Right
A warrior of God, in the spiritual fight

No weapon formed, against me shall prosper
For I am shielded, by the Almighty's cover
His wings of protection, envelop me tight
A fortress of faith, where evil takes flight

The devil's darts, cannot pierce my heart
For I am guarded, by the Holy Spirit's art
A shield of faith, that deflects his aim
A helmet of salvation, that protects my name

My feet are shod, with the gospel of peace
A foundation strong, where evil cannot cease
My heart is fixed, on the Rock of...