With These Wings
A creature lies dormant, wondrously majestic, ready and still...
waiting upon awakening, at the still, small utterance of His will.
Strength unseen, beauty untold, highest ranks of heaven’s artillery...
Mortal flesh cloaks imminent truth of heaven’s inevitable victory.
Finite earthly wisdom amongst the throngs caught in the fight...
unaware that the bloody battle fought is truly for hearts & minds.
Warning signs swarm like plagues amongst quiet whispers in the air...
alluding to principalities & powers unavoidable demise and despair.
Walking amongst the crowds unknowing, with twisted empathy wrought...
discernable signs falling on deaf ears, deceived by hell’s sweet, perilous taunt.
War of the highest stakes fought on deaths’ bloody, mortal battlefields unseen...
Heaven sent defenders lying in wait, quietly observing corruption careen.
Angel checkmates here, demon counter moves there, time silently aids strategy...
unwittingly making old history…fulfilling predestined, unfulfilled prophecy.
Standing in the face of the enemy; a cunning lion that seeks to destroy & devour...
roaring ugly arrogance & entitlement, spewing deceitful lies & unfounded power.
Contempt for truth rages against soft feathered touch of a fierce angels decree…
” With these wings…I shall humbly battle for the hearts & minds of all humanity.”
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