And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren. (LK 22:31-32) We stand! We stand on the front lines of a battle which rages in our minds; there are times where it would “seem like” this battle goes ill, BUT TO GOD BE THE GLORY, this is a battle in a war that’s already WON, Therefore I stand with my arms raised & my fists clenched, my shout joining the symphony of victorious lifted voices as we declare to the enemy…

You Can’t Sift Me!

By Edward Taylor III

What?!

What are these thoughts trying to penetrate the sanctuary of my mind? What are these invading pressures trying to compel me to lend my members to them?

Pictures of enticing images parade themselves before my mind’s eye. I feel the heat of the fiery darts as they attempt to ignite the senseless passion lying dormant with in my flesh;

Then I catch sight of a second adversary lurking in the shadows; heavy with gloom are the dark unsettling clouds of depression, circling me like a pack of ravenous wolves,

Cold & thoughtless is this spirit with no remorse it seeks to destroy all that I hold dear, then I hear it, the unsheathing of a sword wielded by the third agent of darkness sent against me;

Offence is its name & with carefully chosen words it takes aim with the intent of unleashing ego, anger, & pride, the three-headed beast I keep under lock & key;

I have to stay on guard because with well placed & timed offensive words I could be thrown off my highway falling victim to the three-headed beast. I feel a bead of sweat fall from my brow as the raging battle takes place with in me;

Taking up my spiritual sword I cast down every ungodly thought that tries to exalt itself above my King, remembering the promise I have, my faith begins to compass me about as a shield strengthening my hope quenching all thoughts contrary, as overwhelming forgiveness overruns all offences,

I begin to see piercing rays of light penetrate through the darkness, I exchange this heavy spirit for the garment of praise, I rejoice at the remembrance that my LORD Jesus prayed for my faith to fail not, I shabock my King, then with a loud shout I let out my decree of victory,

“You can’t sift Me”!!!

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