My Delight As A Champion

 My tongue is the pen, of a ready writer.

For my salted words, are those of a fighter.

To arise in me, the flames of dread..

And to awaken those, who are alive and dead.


Grace is poured, into my lips..

For wisdom and knowledge, must be attached to my hips. 

By faith I pursue, though challenged at best..

To conquer and win, every battle and test.


I will ride in prosperity, every day of my life.

For a chariot stands ready, without any strife.

A garment of praise, is my constant companion..

For to go out


in armour, is my delight as a champion.


I am a King's daughter, all glorious within..

And my clothing is golden, for I am redeemed from sin.

With gladness and rejoicing, I will remember no more..

The gateway to portals and hell's open door.

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