As we war, we engage our adversaries with purposeful prayer, high praise, and unwavering faith
as the ultimate heat seeking weapon - a double-edged sword of words drenched in blood.
We are warriors.
We are victors, a victorious peculiar people dancing unclothed in the streets like David; walking
in wisdom and under secret revelation; as light we have the knowledge and understanding
to know that the utmost over-comer released the greatest mantle of all - that of a conqueror …
We are victors, champions, winners, subduers, a peculiar people who triumphs over the
enemy with shouts of praise, declaration, exaltation to God, and the indestructible power
of agape love; leading the lost into His steady hand as we rise with elevated insight in
unity into a omniscient destiny but individually into a very specific call and purpose.
We are victors.
We are warriors.
We are chosen, a peculiar people called to be scribes and priests, minstrels of music,
dance and literature, intercessors, selected, then elected to greatness for changing seasons
in which we walk …
in times of birthing, times of death
times of planting, times of harvest
times of breaking down, times of building up
times of weeping, and times of laughter
times or mourning, and times of dancing
times of war and times of peace.
And we stand firm, assured of our identity, cloaked and protected behind the veil for such a time
as this; and we stand and proclaim that …
We are chosen!
We are warriors!
We are victors!
"But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people;
that you should bring forth the praises of him who have called you out of
darkness into his marvelous light." 1 Peter 2:9
Written by Theresa Harvard Johnson
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