WARship



 







"WARSHIP"

This is not worship…

This is war-ship.

Not just hands raised, but swords gripped.

Not just hallelujahs, but battle cries in the Spirit.

Because every knee that bows

Does so in the face of fire,

And every tongue that confesses

Shouts through the smoke of spiritual war-zones.

I don’t sing to stay pretty

I sing to stay free.

I don’t pray because I’m polished

I pray because hell’s after me.

Because demons don’t flinch at cute devotionals,

They retreat at bloody knees, cracked voices,

Tongues burning with Holy Ghost fire

That can’t be rehearsed,

Only lived.

So I armor up.

Ephesians 6 ain't a metaphor

It's my dress code.

Helmet tight, breastplate bold,

Shield up for every dart flung at my soul.

The enemy comes camouflaged

In doubt, desire, distraction

But I stay posted on the deck of my Warship,

Eyes locked on the Captain,

Christ crucified, risen, and still commanding.

This ain’t just praise,

This is strategy.

Every song is a sword.

Every Scripture

A sharpened spear.

Every fast, every tear, every “yes Lord”

Another cannonball launched into fear.


Warfare is kneeling in silence

When everything in your flesh wants to scream.

Warfare is trusting the unseen

When your life looks like defeat in HD.

Warfare is lifting your hands

When depression nailed your arms down.

Warfare is dancing in shackles

‘Cause you believe they'll break down.

See, I’m not here to entertain.

I’m here to invade.

To shake the heavens with mustard seed faith.

To walk through the valley with my praise like a blade


And declare:

“I will not die in this place.”

I ride this Warship through storm and trial,

Through betrayal, through silence,

Through midnight miles

With nothing but a whisper:

“Jesus.”

And that name alone parts seas, topples giants,

Commands demons to flee like cowards from Zion.


So call it worship if you want.

But I know what it really is

It's a declaration.

It's a front-line invasion.

It's a spiritual protest against hell’s occupation.

I don’t just sing… I war.

I don’t just kneel… I roar.

I don’t just lift my voice…

I fight with it.

I light with it.

I ignite with it.


By N'game' 🦋 aka
 'tha Floetress' 

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