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VOICE OF THE SPIRIT

VOICE OF THE SPIRIT

She exhaustly utters her bedtime prayer,

hoping for a peaceful night, free from harm

and danger.

Asking the gracious God to surround her with

guardian angels to drive away every evil force

sent to rob, kill, and destroy her, devouring lions

using their strategies to attack her.

She desires to have good dreams, see visions

that will build and not destroy her, give life

and not kill her.

Around 3am, she is instantly awaken by a great

spiritual force, an overwhelming powerful presence

that she cannot see but she sense it beside her

bed, watching her sleep.

In her spirit, she knows that it is the precise time

that hells gates are opened, demons are let out

to roam the earth and trouble innocent souls.

She wanders whether this is a demonic force

sent to kill her, torture her mind and fill her

with uncontrollable fear that she will not bear.

Surprisely, she is not afraid because it is a

good presence, a spirit that is watching over her,

covering her with a shield and protecting her

from evil.

She hears the voice of the spirit clearly telling her,

I am near to you, God speaks to her, these

beautiful words give her comfort to sleep again,

knowing that God is truly a loving spirit that

drives away all fear, giving peace to all.

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