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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 me.
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 grace’s strength.
Mercy’s knight.
Both hands on shield of faith.
Reflect God’s Holy Light!

Covered by King’s glory.
Truth’s belt buckled in,
Following His Story
Shoes of readiness tread again!

Yielded body
Willing forge,
Faithful soldier-
Unsheathed sword.

Marching onward
torrential lands
crushing giants,
heads in hand!

We’re designed to knock down strongholds,
Conquer fear,
destroy doubt.
Lord, anoint us as we travel,
steadfast martyrs for the crown.

Thank you Lord for equipping us with the tools to endure!
Stay Strong Mighty Warriors!

Ephesians 613
Therefore, take up the whole armor of God.
That you may be able to stand in the day of evil, and having done all you can, stand firm.

2 Corinthians 10 3-4
For though we walk in the flesh we do not war according to the flesh. For our weapons of warfare are not carnal, but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds.

Isaiah 53:7
He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.

1 Peter 1:18-19
You know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.

1 Corinthians 5:7
Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed.

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Crimson by Melanie R.

Crimson red-
against the snow.
My heartache bleeds,
and nearly froze!

I turn to you
and say a prayer,
release me Lord,
from pain
and spare…
my heart from this deep suffering…

the ache,
the hurt…,
my mind
wandering.

Crimson red,
down and blue.
White of snow,
thoughts of you.

Buffalo blizzard…
A frozen cry;
of time felt lost,
and days gone by.

I reach for you;
long to hold you….
Still feel your love around.
It wasn’t just the ordinary,
pure love is what we found.

Although time goes;
will never fade.
Swirls like wind,
still falls like rain.

Our hearts hold onto memories.
Days up,
then down,
like swaying trees.

Crimson red,
Hearts of truth.
Cold of snow,
Thoughts of you.

Red cardinal singing
love’s song of faith.
Holy Water springing,
by pearl o’heaven’s gate
.
A timely whispered love song,
her music sung deep blue.
Sets free-
releases sadness,
as spirit’s called to you.

Consecrated,
Soul guided.
As He too heard our cries,
He knows of all the suffering,
every groaning,
every sigh.

Crimson red
the blood was poured;
robes washed white-
Calvary brought forth!

So shout. Hallelujah!”
and say, AMEN!
to Our Sovereign Lord,
and most earnest friend!

Heart crimson red;
Lord’s Promises True.
He carried The Cross…
and message for you!

John 16:22
Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again. And you will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away.

Romans 8:26
In the same way, The Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but The Spirit Himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.

Psalm 145:18
The Lord is near to all who call Him.
To all who call on Him in truth.

Mark 9:3
His clothes became dazzling white, whiter than anyone in the world could bleach them.

Revelation 7:14
These are they that have come out of great tribulation, they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the lamb.

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Though I will not be delving into this story in this post, at 4 months old, I was diagnosed with infantile-spasms. The prospect of any sense of normalcy looked grim; even a speech therapist insisted that I would never “walk, talk, or learn like a normal person.” (Doesn’t that statement absolutely reek of ableism?)

Anyways, my parents were not happy with the lack of faith of that speech therapist. Before I say anything else, I would like to mention that if I never did walk or talk, I would have still been able to learn, and my parents would not have loved me any less. It’s just that they weren’t happy with how quickly she gave up. But at 3 years old, I said my first word, “banana” (or, more accurately, “ba-buh-ba”). Upon hearing this story for the first time, I was fixated on finding a tangible symbol for overcoming doubt.

I still have epilepsy, but I can certainly walk and talk, and I love learning just about anything and everything. I’ve always wondered what my “symbol” would entail: maybe a banana: overcoming the doubt of others? The more I thought about this, the more I realized that this symbolizes the endurance of my parents. Or maybe it was a seahorse: the animal symbol for epilepsy, or the purple ribbon, the color for epilepsy.

Recently, I had an epiphany: this “tangible symbol” I have been looking for is within me. It is not something I can hold and glance at with marveling eyes, but instead, it is me telling my story. I don’t need something to hold as if it is proof of endurance; I just need to be grateful for my life, for where I am now, and to share my story, whether it is through poetry or through this platform- or anywhere else.

(Speaking of poetry, I was at a local event in October getting ready to read a poem about epilepsy, because who needs a comfort zone?)

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Peaked 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’m sheltered…
I’m home.

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

Psalm 121:1-2
I lift my eyes to the hills. From where does my help comes from? My help comes from The Lord who made heaven and earth.

1 Corinthians 10:4
All drank the same spiritual drink. For they drank from the spiritual rock that followed them, and the rock was Christ.

Isaiah 41:10
…I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Stay strong Mighty Warriors!
God bless and be with you all on your health journey!

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