In Christ Alone: A Poetic Testimony

The day that should have been filled with joy turned into war…

Before I could even speak, war was already upon me an ancient war.

And in that moment, I stood at a disadvantage.

I had no prior training.

Those before me had not equipped me; instead, they passed down the burden of their losses

and handed me a cup overflowing with their pain.

Again, I was in a war—untrained, unprepared.

Each day I grew, yet still unequipped.

They gave me only a bandanna and a weapon with an empty clip.

Still, I fought.

Some days, I even hid, wondering if maybe just maybe it would be easier for me to join the enemy.

But you don’t understand:

This opponent had been watching, waiting,

studying my weakness, and found the key to my distress.

I can’t let him win.

I need a new strategy.

I’ve been fighting alone.

I need help.

I turn to a friend.

They say, “I know someone who can help you..

but you must give up your current armory.”

I say, “No problem. This has never helped me anyway.”

So I appeal to the Only Potentate,

and He says to me,

“I will give you full armor,

and you will defeat the enemy.

All I ask is this:

Put your faith in Me.

Do you trust Me?”

I say, “Yes, Sir.”

Now, I am fully equipped…

but this armor is different.

It protects me fully.

When the enemy comes for me,

he can’t destroy me.

Because God… If…

God is for me who can be against me?