This is not a poem, not sure what to call it or where to put it so..................
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It was like a scene from the American wild west. He stood in front of me in the street, weapons at hand and intent on seeing me dead. I didn't know what I had done that he should want to kill me. The silence screamed my name as he stood there staring at me. I could feel the hatred he held for me and I could see the desire in his eyes, the desire to see me lying dead in the street. Slowly he circled me, looking for a weakness, a moment of inattention, an opportunity to kill me. I had inattention. I had weakness. I was vulnerable and an easy victim. He was poised, ready to take me in an instant. But I have a shield, one he can not evade and one he can not penetrate. My shield is Jesus and He stands between me and my adversary. He keeps me safe even in the face of my enemy.
Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.
Showdown
It was like a scene from the American wild west. He stood in front of me in the street, weapons at hand and intent on seeing me dead. I didn't know what I had done that he should want to kill me. The silence screamed my name as he stood there staring at me. I could feel the hatred he held for me and I could see the desire in his eyes, the desire to see me lying dead in the street. Slowly he circled me, looking for a weakness, a moment of inattention, an opportunity to kill me. I had inattention. I had weakness. I was vulnerable and an easy victim. He was poised, ready to take me in an instant. But I have a shield, one he can not evade and one he can not penetrate. My shield is Jesus and He stands between me and my adversary. He keeps me safe even in the face of my enemy.
Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.
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