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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #2085248
I believe this is what happens when we pray.
The wind whispers of the 'morrow's rain.
Thunder the urgency of galloping hooves.
Spurs to goad white stallions on;
a dollop of determination brought forth.

Arriving as light giveth to dark,
leaping vigorous to the ground beneath.
Shielded bravery stands righteous
before the enemy lonely.

Haloed embodiments move forward
declaring the Holy Word
unto the opposer of a believer praying.
Warrior Angels against evil meddling.

Jesus, a drawbridge to Heaven,
abruptly stopping darkened forces,
barring all demonic influences,
and lighting the Narrow Path.

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