Fear is the oldest weapon of the enemy before evil ever lifts a sword against you. Evil tries to shatter your mind before your body. Evil whispers into your soul. And most men break there, not on the battlefield, but in their imagination. But I am not most men. And neither are you, if the Lord has chosen you for I have learned this truth. The moment you carry the shield of the almighty fear loses its voice. The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear the Lord is the stronghold of my... moreFear is the oldest weapon of the enemy before evil ever lifts a sword against you. Evil tries to shatter your mind before your body. Evil whispers into your soul. And most men break there, not on the battlefield, but in their imagination. But I am not most men. And neither are you, if the Lord has chosen you for I have learned this truth. The moment you carry the shield of the almighty fear loses its voice. The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear the Lord is the stronghold of my life? Of whom shall I be afraid? Some 271. The answer is no one, not the armies. Is that surround me? Not the giants, the tower over me, not the whispers of betrayal, from those closest to me. I fear, no man for my God, has already walked ahead of me the lord, is your shield, you can stop worrying the shield, frees your hands to fight. Freeze your mind to plan. It shall not fear the war arise against me yet. I will be confident some 273 confidence not in my skill confidence, not in my strength. Confidence in the one who commands the hosts of heaven every enemy that rises against me. Must face him first. Every plot designed to destroy me must pass through his fire. Every curse spoken against me dies at the edge of his presence. I am not untouchable because I am great. I am untouchable because my God is greater. So let the ground quake with the March of armies. Let their banners darken the horizon. Let their blades catch the sun. I will not run. I will not hide. I will not bow because I know this. The battle is not mine. The battle is the lords and he is my sheep shield. My strong tower, my deliverer, fear, cannot chain. A man who knows his death is already written by gods hand fear. Cannot silence. A man who speaks under the breath of heaven fear cannot stop a soldier who marches under divine command brother hear me the day you lay fear in the grave. You become the weapon hell cannot stop. You become the wall that does not fall. You become the Warrior who does not retreat. And when my final battle comes when my shield is lifted one last time. I will not face death with trembling lips. I will look into the eyes of the darkness and declare. I fear, no man, I fear, no blade. I fear no grave for the Lord is my shield. And in his shadow, I am eternal
