My hero is a man of God.
His feet with the gospel of peace are shod.
His head is crowned in salvation – a message he speaks to every nation.
His breastplate – righteousness.
His shield (above all else) is faith.
He uses these things to keep satan in his place.
He carries a sword – The Word of God.
To stand against darkness, he can afford.
My hero prays always in the Spirit.
Always watchful and perseverant.
He is strong in the Lord and the power of His might.
He has on God’s armor.
He is God’s knight.
He is a spiritual warrior, not fighting flesh,
But the wiles of the devil and wickedness.
Although he’s a warrior, he’s never hostile.
He opens his mouth boldly and makes known the mystery of the gospel.
He walks in love and not in wrath,
Letting God for him choose his path.
My hero is gentle.
My hero is kind.
My hero is patient.
My hero is wise.
My hero is one of the chosen few.
My hero is you.
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Susan Wilkins
I write stories and poetry. Lately I have put up a science fiction story and a children's story. I love to write and Vocal has given me a platform to do that. P.S. I love reader comments! Let me know what you think. Please enjoy!
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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