to my sweet daughter:
you don't know this, but i'm bringing you into a war zone.
there is a war being waged (on women) here:
it tells young girls like you, that your body is not your own, and it is not to be treasured and protected.
it tells us that our value relates to our waist size, doe eyes, soft skin, lush hair, and absence of wrinkles.
the war whispers into your ear that you free yourself by sharing with anyone what was meant only for you and your husband.
the war shouts out our happiness increases with our bank account.
the war proudly sings out, with clanging symbols, the beating of drums, and strumming of guitars: "eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you die"
but i will be a wall. i will protect you, i will guard you, and i will guide you. i will guide you to Him: the One who created you, and brought us to you. i will guide you to the One who holds your identity. i will sing of His praises over your sleeping head. i will embrace you in my hands because of the nails embraced by His.
sweet daughter, it is a war zone; except the weapons are not of flesh an physical things, but they are of a spiritual nature, and they have divine power to destroy strongholds:
i continue to pray in your room. the stains of oil remain on the door post where i anointed it. hours of worship songs play on repeat, welcoming His healing presence into your room.
i walk into your room, and i feel at peace. i feel Him in there, and i feel you in there.
dear sweet daughter, we are building a wall so that all you see is Him and all you feel is a security nothing can rip away.
we will proudly bare our chest as he takes aims, and absorb any arrows the enemy may throw at you, (because) your precious worth is immeasurable.
you don't know this, but i'm bringing you into a war zone.
there is a war being waged (on women) here:
it tells young girls like you, that your body is not your own, and it is not to be treasured and protected.
it tells us that our value relates to our waist size, doe eyes, soft skin, lush hair, and absence of wrinkles.
the war whispers into your ear that you free yourself by sharing with anyone what was meant only for you and your husband.
the war shouts out our happiness increases with our bank account.
the war proudly sings out, with clanging symbols, the beating of drums, and strumming of guitars: "eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you die"
but i will be a wall. i will protect you, i will guard you, and i will guide you. i will guide you to Him: the One who created you, and brought us to you. i will guide you to the One who holds your identity. i will sing of His praises over your sleeping head. i will embrace you in my hands because of the nails embraced by His.
sweet daughter, it is a war zone; except the weapons are not of flesh an physical things, but they are of a spiritual nature, and they have divine power to destroy strongholds:
"for the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but have divine power to destroy strongholds."--2 corinthians 10:4
i continue to pray in your room. the stains of oil remain on the door post where i anointed it. hours of worship songs play on repeat, welcoming His healing presence into your room.
i walk into your room, and i feel at peace. i feel Him in there, and i feel you in there.
dear sweet daughter, we are building a wall so that all you see is Him and all you feel is a security nothing can rip away.
we will proudly bare our chest as he takes aims, and absorb any arrows the enemy may throw at you, (because) your precious worth is immeasurable.
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