A storm of great magnitude, looking dismal, glaring at you.
Don’t let it trip you up, go to Gods Word with the bread and the cup.
A daunting report, a bleak outlook everything is shaking, a disaster in the making.
Don’t let it trip you up, kneel in prayer, God promised in victory you’d fare.
The enemy approaches on every side, your firm grip loosen, your sure foot slides.
Don’t let it trip you up, a miracles in the making, God handy work undertaking.
The enemy himself whisper give up your threw through, suggesting you ring your hands, saying you don’t know what to do.
Don’t let it trip you up, put your faceplate down, hold your shield of faith, keep your breastplate of righteousness in its proper place,
and your sword of the spirit, your loins girded about with truth, knowing that God will never fail you.
Isaiah 54:17
No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD
