#WritcoPoemPrompt28


She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
She is the body she is the bride
Militant in this hour she soon to arise
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- ;'[0 faithful ever contend
count out those called you must make it to the end
Until you trudged through the mire you are no bride at all
while waging a war your armor must not fall
Water down the fields not the word
You are sleeping defiant it is absurd
Bursting the bubble in the opening statement
She is not sinking no further than the lowest part of her basement
To the closet to the battle to the shepherd the weapons will rattle
Sound out the alarm the drums of war
Beat upon this tool let the arrows soar
The front line in their stride running out to meet the enemy we will survive.
Bang bang bang bang my heart is pounding I am still alive.
Bang bang bang the swords and shields suddenly collide
Aim I said aim men we have the Lord on the rise
Coming from behind us sheltering us on his side.
He is the victory He is the hope
He is not overwhelmed and so surprised that I did dope.
I was foretold of by his thought,
he nurtured the seed and with his blood he bought
I am not cast away, see I can put on this armor
Put down the imagination of the serpent he is subtle and smarter
Than me, just me, not the Father above. HE BOWS he honors the author of love