The Battle For Spiritual Life

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The Battle

for

Spiritual Life

in the

Valley

Spiritual Death

Them

that

Overcome

II.

Hell Shocked

III.

The Valley

Death's Shadow

IV.

Fox Hole

Reflections

Let There

Be Life

VI.

That I Be

VII.

Free

all that

You can Free

VIII.

Remnant Solidarity

IX.

Mental Militia

Stand Therefore

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Them

that

Overcome

"He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the Churches." Revelation 3:5-6

We must overcome this present world

This foretold age of spiritual apathy

When wicked sights and sounds war against the righteous

Vexed by all we hear and see

When the atmospheric prince of power

Is casting shadows against the wall

And oppressive spirits never cease

To give forth their lying calls

When seducing spirits and doctrines of devils

Ensnare the ones we love and know

And they become our persecutors

Throwing words at us like stones

When our own hearts behave deceitful

And self must be denied

And we are in mourning for a brighter day

As unto God we cry

Stand therefore - though the battle rages

For the victory is just as sure

The kingdom is ours in Christ our King

In whom we stand forgiven, transformed and pure

By the blood of the Lamb and by the word of our testimonies

For we love not our lives unto death

More than Conquerors - not by power nor might

But by the Spirit of God's life giving breath.

"And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death." Revelation 12:11

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II.

Hell Shocked

"And turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrha into ashes condemned them with an overthrow, making them an ensample unto those that after should live ungodly; And delivered just Lot, vexed with the filthy conversation of the wicked: (For that righteous man dwelling among them, in seeing and hearing, vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their unlawful deeds;) The Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptations, and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished:" 2nd Peter 2:6-9

I am a Remnant Soldier

Nothing less and nothing more

And I've survived on the front lines of battle

Because it kept me alive to the reality of spiritual war

I have been a ghetto asylum denizen

In a reprobate world gone mad in its sin

Surrounded by the perverted and criminally insane

Doing tours of evangelistic duty in Satan's kingdom and dens

Where the roaches are as big as mice

And the rats are as big as small dogs

Where these creatures come out in the dark of the night

And you can hear them eating and crawling through walls

Where the resident toilets and showers are shared

And must be bleached for the fear of what's seen

Like vomit filth, blood, fecal matter and urine

Human waste, used condoms, and disease

Where used heroin needles are found

And broken crack pipes abound

Where dog eats dog without a heart

And wretchedness is seen all around

Where bi-sexual teenagers are daily exploited

And old prostitutes stand ready and waiting to call

Where the drunken addicted must be stepped over and through

As they gather to party up and down the halls

Where some howl in the night as they scream in such fright

Just when the sound of silence finally descends

Where the sounds of sirens are heard announcing the birth

Of another emergency of crime, violence and sin

Where the oppressed and possessed manifest their unrest

In demonic displays beyond all that is sane

Where Hell makes its stand in such an urban jungle out-land

And hopeless despair reigns in agonies pain

Where the Church at large is a hype - like a junky in the night

Turned over to its own filth, worldly pleasures and shame

Where Pastors are on the take and the Evangelist are all fake

And their evangelistic entertainments are all done in vain

It was out in such a concrete jungle harvest field

That I saw precious souls as they fell and died

I was so numb that I could no longer feel

And I should not have to explain or tell anyone why

Yet you can be so over run by the enemy

That it torments and twist’s your very mind

Not knowing who is who on the battlefield

You can lose your perspective of perimeters and lines

When the Church at large is a contemporary whore

Crossing over to the world in gross compromise

It creates a contradiction in terms of spiritual reality

Where the holy and the profane are no longer defined

Where you're ambushed from every direction

Attacked from without and betrayed from within

In your perplexity of such chaos and confusion

It's so easy to leave behind fallen victims of sin

So please tell me who the real enemy was

For such a very long time I no longer could see

Because at times I was so troubled and mentally vexed

That Satan convinced me that the real enemy was me

Yet I stood my ground alone as long as I could

Under such damning guilt, reproach and shame

Just a cast away I thought - for being such a failure

For all the lost souls for which I carried the blame

Do you know what it's like to still see their faces?

And those eyes of such misery, bondage and pain?

Reflecting their fear and agony of heart

Yet I left them behind and I'll never be the same

"And Enoch also, the seventh from Adam, prophesied of these, saying, Behold, the Lord cometh with ten thousands of his saints, To execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against him. These are murmurers, complainers, walking after their own lusts; and their mouth speaketh great swelling words, having men's persons in admiration because of advantage. But, beloved, remember ye the words which were spoken before of the apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ; How that they told you there should be mockers in the last time, who should walk after their own ungodly lusts. These be they who separate themselves, sensual, having not the Spirit. But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost, Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life. And of some have compassion, making a difference: And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh. Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen." Jude 1:14-25

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III.

The Valley

Death's Shadow

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside till waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever." Psalms Chapter 23

In the twilight of Midnight

The floods had over flown

Within my soul the waters had come

To strike their fatal blow

I was sinking in the mire

Of this world's darkest death

Inundated by that which was

I fought to catch my breath

Consciousness of reality

I did no longer know

What was real and what was not

The battle took its toll

My last fortress in this battle field

Had been taken and cast down

Thus I stood in doubt of all that was

Wondering if I could be re-found

As I walked through this valley

Of the shadow of death

I had fallen in the darkness

In pursuit of my quest

Pressed beyond measure

I was only a man

Mentally tortured and twisted

Beyond all I could stand

There is no rest for the wicked

And oh how I knew

Peace it eluded me

As my emptiness grew

Stripped of my Armor

I laid down my Sword

Wounded and embittered

My agony poured

They took every reason

I had to live

I gave all I had

Until there was no more to give

I felt sentenced to live life

Surrounded by death

Oppressed and depressed

I just wanted to rest

As I walked through that valley

Of the shadow of death

I had fallen so far

I was touching the depths

Accepting defeat

I lost my will for to live

I can not describe the despair

I felt so deeply within

Battered and beaten

Weathered and worn

The children of darkness and false light

Dealt their bitterest scorn

So I knew not where I stood

On this battle field

With my mind tortured and warped

My heart broken and killed

The enemy fought me so hard

And he fought me so well

To quench my light and my life

And in the battle I fell

What was left of me

Was nothing more

But regret and defeat

Which ever did pour

Inundated by death

With no escape

I felt so alone

And I knew the hour was late

Yet in the twilight of this

My darkest of night

I still seen cascading small glimpses

Of God's Word and His light

Sitting in the darkness

I lost my song

I had fallen in the heat of the battle

And I knew I was wrong

With bleeding soul

My spirit did cry

From within my tortured broke heart

For my dying lost life

Yet from the belly of hell

God heard my cry

And He came down from above

And my life He revived

He clothed me with new Armor

And He made me to stand

Then He lifted my Sword

And placed it back in my hand

Peace strength and power

He imparted to me

Healing the wounds I had suffered

He touched my heart not to bleed

He created within me a clean heart

Renewing my spirit within

And now I have a new vision of faith

To overcome Satan, the world and sin

By the Blood of the Lamb

the only way unto God

By the Word of my testimony

In the truth of His love

Loving not my life in this world

Unto my last breath

It was by the life of God's Spirit

That I overcame the valley of the shadow of death.

"Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:37-39

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IV.

Foxhole

Reflections

"And we know that we are of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness. And we know that the Son of God is come, and hath given us an understanding, that we may know him that is true, and we are in him that is true, even in his Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God, and eternal life. Little children, keep yourselves from idols. Amen." 1st John 5:19-21

Sitting in my foxhole

Here behind this hedge

The Hell Shock is now wearing off

Yet the aftermath issue is not dead

Complexities inspire perplexities

Of a nullification of mind at best

Inundations of tribulations

Cripple emotions in their unrest

Spiritual battles before unknown

When Saints stand so alone

On the frontlines of hell in this battle for life

Reality demands to be known

I now see the very real world

And it’s not really the very first time

My mind it reels as I behold

The American dream is a deceitful lie

Hollywood more than could

Has surely left its mark

And everyone plays their role

Like actors who play their part

For the Celebrities have become the Preachers

And the Preachers have become the Stars

Thus the Ministers are now the idols

And everything is so bizarre

For the Churches have become Entertainment Centers

Filled with compromises of worldliness and sin

And the men now look and act like women

Thus the women rule over the men

The Pastors have lost their spiritual authority

Putting no difference between the holy and the profane

Thus the Rock and Rap Stars are now the Evangelist

Whoever thought things would come to such a shame?

For the Truth is rejected as being too old-fashioned

As masses are on "Purpose - Driven" deceived

To have their "Best Life Now" in this present world

Such fancy fables are all that they will believe

Thus just sitting here all alone in my foxhole

I see things so clearly - it’s the signs of the times

For "Christian" America is cursed under a strong delusion

And they tell me that I must join and fall into their line

Yet there's a curse of gross darkness upon this people

It's a spell which the Devil himself has cast

For he has perverted the hearts and the minds of the masses

Thus, No Thank You, I'm alright, So I think I shall pass

"If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you. Remember the word that I said unto you, The servant is not greater than his lord. If they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you; if they have kept my saying, they will keep yours also. But all these things will they do unto you for my name's sake, because they know not him that sent me." John 15:18-21

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Let There

Be Life

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early." Psalms 46:1-5

As the sky exhales and sends forth its breeze

I can hear it blowing through the trees

Then silence fills the void which it leaves behind

Until rain drops cascade through space and time

So gently they fall as so softly they land

Thus the silence is broken over and over again

The night it seems to give forth a sigh

As an Ocean of blue fills the sky

I can feel its chill upon my skin

As eternity beckons with a cry and glimpse

From within beyond I see and feel

Yet to grasp the mystery I must be still

For there is a River of life that flows

So calm its streams bring peace below

That the wars which rage in mind and heart

Might cease their torment as the battles part

For just like the silent void the cool winds leave

My heart and soul they sometimes bleed

As flash backs and painful memories

Torment and Vex, Oppress and Cleave

Thus wars and battles I've left behind

Still sometimes haunt my heart and mind

It was in the harvest field at the gates of hell

I took my stand and there I fell

Nullified in spirit Hell Shocked I cried

I lost my will to live then convulsed and died

Vexed past feeling inundated I gasped

Yet the life I then lost now again I grasp

Thus the wars they cease and I live again

Yet I left behind - fallen soldiers in sin

Others have since died - some were my friends

Some are still held captive by Satan and I can no longer pretend

For beyond this world's false reality

I still hear the clarion call upon the breeze

The breath of God quickens as it blows

Again I feel the wind upon my soul

And though the agony I wish not again to face

Yet this Cross I feel compelled to embrace

To break my silence O God I plead

Restore Thy zeal of Light and Life in me

Cascade down upon my dry parched soul

As the River of Life - Holy Spirit flow

Thus let there be Thy zeal and let there be Thy rain

Let there be Thy Life beyond death's bitterest pain.

"The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted. The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah. Come, behold the works of the LORD, what desolations he hath made in the earth. He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah." Psalms 46:6-11

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VI.

That I Be

"Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier." 2nd Timothy 2:3-4

Who am I?

Don't you see?

I am a Last Day Remnant Refugee

I am a Remnant Veteran Soldier

behind enemy lines

I am a spiritual fox-hole grunt

who still survives

I've been a spiritual P.O.W.

and a spiritual M.I.A.

Yet I still carry onward

by God's help and grace

Hell shock I've suffered

Numbed and Nullified

Because of Inertia and Dementia

I have nearly died

Emotional landmines

have crippled my soul

As spiritual snipers still gossip

the lies and slander grow

Incoming explosions of persecution

have mentally maimed

Such well planned attacks

were sent to drive me insane

Fiery trials like napalm

have came and fell

There's no Radical Evangelist here

because true spiritual war is hell

I've hidden deep in the bunkers

of my heart and mind

In my spiritual foxhole alone

I've even prayed to die

Flash backs like ghost

have haunted my soul

I've had my share of hopeless despair

and turmoil I've known

Such memories of true spiritual war

though past survived

Have inspired mass depressions

which I've had to fight

Thus memories of past victories

are so hard to tell

Because of failures and defeats

and the times I've failed

Yet my battle scars

no one can see

Because my heart and soul

no longer bleed

I am a Last Day

Remnant Refugee

I am an Old Path Soldier of the Cross

That I Be

"Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God. But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost: In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them. For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body. For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh. So then death worketh in us, but life in you. We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak; Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you. For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God. For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal." 2nd Corinthians 4:1-18

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VII.

Free

all that

You can Free

"The spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified." Isaiah 61:1-3

I am just a Remnant Soldier

Called to be an Evangelist true

Yet I don’t claim to be a great spiritual warrior

I am just one of the chosen and few

Battle wounded and fallen

Discharged as a casualty of spiritual war

Yet I am abiding my time as I now recover

Waiting to be redrafted so I can settle the score

Yet back on the home front I’ve noticed a difference

There is no respect for a soldier like I

As a matter of fact I am despised and exploited

Just a Basket-Case Has-Been who should of have died

Thus I must endure the contradictions of sinners

Despising the stigma, opposition and shame

For there is no hero’s honor for a grunt such as I

To Jesus Christ be all glory and fame

A man’s foes shall be they of his own household

And the tender mercies of the wicked are sometimes so cruel

It’s been a hard lesson in the hate of the world

Yet it’s high time I graduated from this chastisement and school

Because at times I still feel battle weary

And I desperately need some true R and R

It would be so nice to take a leave for a season

Yet the battle is never really that far

For Satan never takes a vacation

And when we are wounded he comes for to kill

Seeking to finish the job he has started

Inorder to destroy that which he failed to first steal

Pastors have their months, weeks and days

To be appreciated by praises, admirations and gifts

Yet I fear that an appreciation day for a grunt such as I

Would make me unappreciative of the life I must live

Now taking up my cross begins to take on a new meaning

I can’t get caught up in such an unrealistic gross lie

For Minister Appreciation Days they come and they go

Yet eternally lost souls never cease to still die

Thus the weapons of our warfare are not so weak or that carnal

I don’t need such incentives to fight the good fight

Because I’ve suffered for the sake of God’s Word and His Kingdom

And it’s now far too personal to just give up and die

Casting down such vain imaginations

Pulling down such evil and religious strongholds

It sometimes gets so lonely out here in my foxhole

Holding this position of conviction alone

For this Remnant testimony I have stood and I’ve fallen

The persecution has far been more than I could ever tell

Yet by God’s grace I have risen again and again

Against the threats of the world, my enemies and Hell

Yet there are Spiritual M.I.A.’s and P.O.W.’s still suffering

Out there in the battlefield who stand all alone

They were taken captive by satanic forces

And now they’re unable to find their way home

Yet I sense that reinforcements are going to be coming

A last day Remnant Revival Infantry shall soon stand and rise

Marching onward true Christian Soldiers

With their Twoedged Swords held up to the skies

I hear the sound of a great army rising

Come join me my brothers in a battle field foxhole

To evangelize behind the lines of the enemy

Binding the forces of Satan our adversary and foe

We must make advancements for the cause of the Kingdom

Souls must be set at Liberty so that they might be freed

From the powers of Satan to the Power of our God

We must sow the incorruptible Word as a sower sows seed

Glory to God in the Highest - Hallelujah

His Truth and His Name are still marching on

Holy, Holy, so Holy - Almighty

Is our LORD and KING JESUS who reigns from His Throne

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VIII.

Remnant Solidarity

"Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted. Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." Galatians 6:1-2

I have learned - not to put in prayer request

To the wrong Preachers - when I am in need

For so many have only - used my past request

To slander and gossip about me - when I am weak

So sad but true - yet that's how it goes

Out here in the trenches - when dug into the field

Religious politicians - are only career minded you know

And they only care - for what financially yields

Since I became a Spirit Born Christian

I can't help to know that something is wrong

I behold such selfishness and indifference in the Churches

And there is no sense to feel that one even belongs

The unity is really only skin deep

They tell you to turn and shake each others hand

But who really sacrifices for whom anymore?

Beyond paying tithes to a select group of men?

There really is no true Christian Solidarity

No sense of a love for our fallen and own

There's no Kingdom spirit or Pilgrim Perspective

Thus there is no respect for the KING and His Throne

Yet perhaps the cost is to Noble and High

For such carnal Christians to even conceive

For their Religious EntertainmentS provide an escape

Giving them the illusions of life they so need

Right down to the pews from the pulpit and stage

Such hypocrites have spiritually demoralized the troops

It's psychological warfar