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.