The armor holds

Every day's a battlefield inside my head,

The old man whispers while the new one's fed.

Temptation hums through the static fog,

But I walk by fire, not by the smog.

Discipline's the blade that cuts the chain,

Obedience blooms inside the pain.

Silence speaks — the Spirit guides,

Through stillness deep where flesh divides.

Hold the line, breathe the Word,

Let every heartbeat echo what you've heard.

Truth's not loud, it's steady and deep,

It's the light that wakes when the world's asleep.

Keep your eyes from drifting to the dark,

Feed your faith before the spark.

Guard your tongue, let mercy lead,

Grace is soil where love takes seed.

When the storm reminds you what you were,

Remember who you are in the transfer.

Pray through the noise, resist the fade,

The armor holds — you've been remade.

Fast the ego, feast on peace,

Forgive like breathing — never cease.

Walk in light though shadows crawl,

The Spirit lifts, the flesh must fall.

Hold the line, breathe the Word,

Let every heartbeat echo what you've heard.

Through fire, through fear, stay awake, stay true,

The Cross was carved for men like you.

Whisper in the current, "I am Yours."

Step by step, the narrow pulse endures.

Not by sight, not by might,

But by Spirit — by His light.