Sunday, February 4, 2007

A Soldier in God's Army

Our Sunday School class name is "From Sheep to Warriors". Isn't that a wonderful name. You know sheep are among the dumbest animals. They have to be lead by the sheep dog (who gently guides them) or worst yet they blindly run into the gate before turning, only to run headlong yet again into another gate. Certainly not "hearing the still small voice" or "My sheep hear my voice and no other shepherd do they hear." I want to hear God's voice.

Our teacher gave us this poem last week and I thought it was so good I wanted to share it.

A Soldier in God’s Army

I am a soldier in the army of my God. The Lord Jesus Christ is my Commanding Officer. The Holy Bible is my code of conduct. Faith, prayer, and the Word are my weapons of warfare.

I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, tried by adversity and tested by fire.

I am a volunteer in this Army, and I am enlisted for eternity. I will not get out, sell out, be talked out or pushed out.

I am faithful, reliable, capable and dependable. If my God needs me, I am there.

I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed up, pumped up, picked up or pepped up. I am a soldier.

I am not a wimp. I am in place saluting my King, obeying His orders, praising His name, and building His kingdom.

No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards or candy. I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for, or catered to. I am committed.

I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.

When Jesus called me into His Army, I had nothing. If I end up with nothing, I will still come out ahead. I will win.

My God has and will continue to supply all of my needs. I am more than a conqueror. I will always triumph. I can do all things through Christ.

Devils cannot defeat me. People cannot disillusion mw. Weather cannot weary me. Sickness cannot stop me. Battles cannot beat me. Money cannot buy me. Governments cannot silence me. Hell cannot handle me. I am a soldier.

Even death cannot destroy me, for when my Commander calls me from this battlefield, he will promote me to Captain, and then allow me to rule with Him. I am a soldier in the Army and I’m claiming victory

I will not give up. I will not turn around. I am a soldier, marching Heaven bound.


weavermom said...

Thanks for the comment on my blog too - I also just started, so I've been having fun looking around at others. I loved your sweet story, and I love the name of your blog - it's very creative.

~ Amy ~ said...

I stumbled upon your blog and love it! I can only imagine the stories you have to tell about all the places you've traveled. By the way, where in S.D. did you travel?
I too am new to this blogging experience but I am loving it.

I have copied the soldier poem and will be reading it and re-reading it I'm sure.

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