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MISSING Armour


Yes, indeed 
This you need 
Even Paul said it
We all should admit

The only reason we fear
Is our seemingly  lack
Of cover from the rear
A protective for our back.

Put on the full armour
Preached with much humour
But hit me like tumour
So let's not detour

Ahead is an evil day
And come what may
You shall stand
But first you must understand

Gird your loins
With few golden coins
Of pure truth 
It's one good fruit

Add A breastplate 
A righteous mate
Step out with peace
Begrudge not at ease

After this gospel
Take a shield of faith
Then you will be able
Just like every saint,
Quench the fierce of the wicked

Cover therefore your head
A helmet of salvation instead
Then pour out the word
Which sharply cuts like a sword
And since it's a spiritual mantle,
Pray like it's a rap battle.


The full armour of God excluded that which protects our back. Why?
Because, God never wanted us to go back in life. He said, "be courageous and March forward".

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