My Holy Shield
Is there some sort of target on me? Why has the enemy been so focused on my life? Why is it that with every single foolish decision I have made, Satan has used it to drag me back in the darkness where I once lived? And why does the world keep trying to pull me back into the life that I once lived? I know that life I have been scorched by that hell. I cry out LORD PROTECT ME The bullets of the enemy are aimed for my heart and soul And I am so weak and frail I know for sure I will perish I will suffer I will die. I am not a mighty fortress you are I am not strong tower you are I am not great shield you alone are. Protect me from death Help me to slay and destroy my enemies just so I can get back home safe and sound with you. You are my Rock and Redeemer.