No weapons

There are no obstacles
To the one who is God’s tabernacle
For He dwells within her,
Therefore she will not be moved.
She is as Zion, mountain of the Lord.
She is incorruptible, born of the seed of the Word.

There are no limits,
To the one who is of one Spirit,
Who is fashioned from the very Rock of ages,
Whose voice silences the boasting of the water that rages.
She rides triumphant over death and hell,
She sets the captive free and locks darkness in its own cell.

There are no barricades,
To hold the one who broke death’s gates,
And to his Ecclesia he has committed the keys,
For to rule and reign after his pleasure and will.
She is impenetrable and impregnable,
The hounds of hell cannot prevail against her.

There are no weapons
That can prosper, no matter the form or fashion,
For she is garrisoned on every side by the angelic,
At her command, eternal military might is marshalled.
None can withstand her glory and light.
For she is His beloved, adored and pleasing in his sight. 

She, the emerald of grace is in the hiding place,
For she has received the fullness of grace,
Her scars He has wiped from her face,
And she is adorned with righteousness as finest lace.

– @dami_maverick

Petroleum engineer? Yup. But I love writing as much as I love solving complex reservoir engineering problems. Watch out for poetry. Still trying to soar the heights of prose tho' Stay tuned dearies.

4 thoughts on “No weapons

  1. Wow!
    Apt lines.
    Makes one revel in the true meaning Of Divine Grace…
    Exceptional and outstandingly astounding work of your great pen…


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