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Chosen Soldier by Melanie R.

I am a chosen soldier
in the army of The Lord
Presence,
Spirit lifted
Sovereign Word,
my trusted sword.

I put on Ephesians armor;
Found ready,
as we stand.
Together He battles with us,
fight for good, and Glory land.

The breastplate of righteousness
adorned across my chest
Protects and helps guide us.
My heart source brightly cleansed.

The helmet of salvation
Covers and Keeps watch.
Shielding darts,
casts down arrows,
diffuses negative thoughts.

Washed robes of White.
Mercy’s priestly gown.
Anointed Oil of Righteousness,
Lamb Sheared without a sound.

Unblemished armor,
Clothed in strength.
Mercy’s knight-
Shield of faith;
provides a fortress to
Reflect His Holy Light!

Covered by King’s glory.
Truth belt buckled in.
Following His Story,
fueled this fire from within.

Yielded body
Willing forge.
Faithful soldier;
Unsheathed sword.

Marching onward
torrential battles…
crushing giants forThe Lord-

Designed to knock down strongholds,
Conquer fear, and destroy doubt.
Anoint us as we travel,
steadfast martyrs for the crown.

To God be the Glory!

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The Shepherdess Keeps Watch
By Melanie R.

In darkness deep and shadows cold;
shepherdess stands, brave and bold.
A chosen instrument of the Lord,
strengthened,
guided
by His Holy Word.
Thought of like David, last, but not least.
With strength and courage;
Power to teach.

A guardian now,
for His flock;
for His kin.
Holy Spirit’s light flowing from within!

Faithful prayer and intercession,
She’s trained for this intention:
To watch and care,..
trust His way
The Lord's own sheep…
His legacy.

Filled with Spirit’s Holy Might.
Covers in darkness;
Covers the night.
The shepherdess keeps watch-

No enemy gets by.

For like a shepherd,
God is near,
To lead us to pastures green,
calm waters clear-
He carries us in His loving arms,
Protecting-
keeping His sheep from harm.

Isaiah 40:11
He will feed His flock like a shepherd.
He will gather His lambs with His arms;
And carry them in His bosom.

John 10:11-12
I am The Good Shepherd!
The Good Shepherd lays down
His life for His Sheep.

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Holy Mountain by Melanie R.

I looked to the hills
where great mountains stand.
For all of my help
is from God’s righteous hand.
They reach to the heavens as they do declare,
the signs of His wonder-
His glory, and care.

The height of His Majest….

My Rock,
cornerstone.
Atop there with Him,
I feel comfort-

I’m home.

The Rock that was thrown down,
rejected,
then rolled…ooh..ooh…

Now holds me together,
shows mysteries unknown.

Mt. Tabor’s prominence;
Mt. Carmel stood tall-
proving…
there’s One God that reigns over all!!

In His holy mountain,
with Him by my side,
in hearing His word,
growing faith,
I abide.

The gush of the water
that came from the stone,
Rained living water;
restoring me whole!

Thank You Jesus!

Isaiah 48:22
And they did not thirst
when He led them through the deserts.
He caused the water
to flow from the rock for them;
He also split the rock,
and the waters gushed out.

Stay Strong Mighty Warriors,
and God be with you all! 🙏💪🏻🏔️

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During his journey to Mexico, the polar bear got lost in the woods. He found the same brook four times as he wandered in circles. The first time, he saw four trout huddled fearfully in the reeds. He asked them if they could help find his way out of the trees, and they said no, they had never ventured beyond the brook. Being too afraid to be of much help in any case, they asked the bear for his assistance. “King Toad recently installed himself as ruler, and we fear for our lives. I am Inky, a scholar of great renown, and King Toad thinks that learning undermines his ability to tell people what to think. Blinky has a sleep disorder that prevents him from working. King Toad says that if you cannot work, you are a parasite without value and do not deserve to live. Pinky is a socialist, and King Toad’s wealthy backers will not tolerate a philosophy that demands that they share. Finally, Shadow’s lifestyle choices confound King Toad! Shadow sings with the crawdads, while dressed as a crawdad! King Toad says that what Shadow does is sick and wrong, but cannot say why. Please, can you help us before we are murdered for simply being who we are?” The bear promised to keep an eye out for trouble as he found his way through the woods.

The second time the bear found the brook, Inky was gone. Blinky said, “We were hiding when they came for him. Where were you? You promised to help us!” The bear said he would look more carefully for trouble as he found his way.

The third time the bear found the brook, Inky and Blinky were both gone. Pinky said, “We were hiding when they came for them. Where were you?” The bear promised to do better.

The fourth time the bear found the brook, Inky, Blinky and Pinky were all gone. Shadow said, “I never spoke up for them. Will you speak up for me?” The bear didn’t have time for that, nor did he have time to sneak behind the trout as he had the first three times. He lunged, grabbing Shadow by the tail and swallowed the trout whole. He dozed by the brook, confident that King Toad’s minions would not bother him. Upon rising, he spit up Shadow’s bones, stretched, and padded off toward the exit he’d found the day before.

Moral: The people we trust hurt us the most. #Depression #MentalHealth #PTSD #Trauma #Suicide #MightyPoets

Prices climb, the world moves fast,
More work to do, more bills to last.
Disabled young, back in ‘17,
It meant survival—barely seen.

Not sick enough to waste away,
But pain ensures I cannot stay
At desks or screens for hours on end,
My body breaks, it will not bend.

One income stands, we make it through,
No grand vacations, nothing new.
But in this space where dollars lack,
I hold my health—I won’t give it back.

Some might say it’s luck or grace
To earn a check, to have a place,
Yet what they miss, what they don’t see,
Is how much pain it costs to be me.

So I will save my strongest days
For love that lights and warms my way.
No office walls, no corporate climb,
Just precious moments—yours and mine.

Written by Shanell Huggins #MightyPoets #Migraines #DegenerativeDiscDisease #Fibromyalgia #Depression #Anxiety

What is that, ah, a ripple,
Gushing, yet round pattern,
Waves of feeling circle,
Softly, like whispers, scatter

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