“How God protects you with his armor”

When shadows fall across the path I tread,  
And doubts like restless armies swarm my head,  
A whisper stirs—a promise, clear and true:  
“My child, my armor’s forged to shelter you.”

The helmet, wrought of faith, upon my brow,  
Deflects the lies that seek to bring me low.  
No dart of fear or flame of sharp despair  
Can breach the hope that God has fastened there.

The breastplate, burning bright with righteousness,  
Shields heart and soul from every cruel distress.  
Though arrows fly on winds of worldly pain,  
His justice guards; my spirit will remain.

Around my waist the belt of truth is tied—  
Its ancient leather strength I walk beside.  
No shifting sands nor shadows can betray  
The ground I stand: His promises, my way.

My feet are shod with peace, a holy light,  
That carries me through darkness, pain, and fight.  
Though tempests rage and storms may test my stride,  
His gentle guidance never leaves my side.

A shield of faith I carry, high and bold,  
It blazes bright against the dusk and cold.  
No evil force, no arrow swift and sly,  
Can trespass where His love and might defy.

The Spirit’s sword—a word forever true—  
Cuts through the night and ushers morning’s dew.  
In every battle, I am not alone;  
His armor wraps me, steel and living stone.

In every hour—by day, by dark, by dawn—  
I face the world with trembling, then move on,  
For God is near; within His arms I rest,  
Protected, strong—His armor is my vest.

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