The Preacher Calls

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The struggle is real.
The fight is sure
Against flesh and blood
Flesh and blood - Mine.

The night is dark
The darts are sharp
Piercing cold grip of grim
Dark forces of power and principalities.

Stay strong, the preacher calls.
Grace unending in the redeemer's stall
Done- the victory is won,
In flesh and blood; on the cross
In spiritual realm, on the cross
Victory in Christ; once and for all.

Press on with joy,
Though sulfur and thorns fill the path
All, but for a moment,
Eternal glory awaits for sure
Only the strong will endure
By the Spirit, their strength
And by Christ, their Lord.
— Cotek
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