Beautiful
Imperfection

The devil moves with patient skill,

His plan to seek, destroy and kill.

He steals our joy and will to live,

Til nothing's left for us to give.

His war is one that makes no sound,

Where truth is lost and fear is crowned.

No gnashing steel, no trumpet cry,

It stalks the soul and feeds the lie.

It seeps through cracks within the mind,

And plants the seeds that make us blind.

It stains the air with poisoned breath,

And whispers soft the taste of death.

It floods our days with noise and haste,

Til sacred hungers laid to waste.

It stirs offense, ignites divide,

Let's wounded pride become our guide.

This fight against his darkened throne,

Not flesh and bone, nor blood alone.

But powers cloaked beyond our sight,

A battle waged against the light.

But when our sleeping hearts awake,

And trembling men our idols break.

We see this scheme for what it is,

A battle fought in realms not his.

Like Daniel bowed in foreign lands,

With fasting heart and lifted hands.

His quiet pleas though none could see,

Released a clash to set men free.

For twenty days the heavens warred,

Til Angel armies brought the sword.

His steadfast faith refused to yield,

Until the breakthrough was revealed.

Now we must learn the ancient way,

To seek His face, to trust, to pray.

To fight on knees before we stand,

To yield our pride to His command.

For strength is not in mortal frame,

But in the power of His name.

So strap His truth around your waist,

And face the dark with fearless grace.