Armor Of The Soul
Stand strong in the Lord, His strength is our sword. For battles unseen, In shadows they glean. Not flesh that
Stand strong in the Lord, His strength is our sword. For battles unseen, In shadows they glean. Not flesh that
As the sun sank low, Golden hues did glow. Rock the Pigeon stood, In his rooftop hood. With a mic
On a bright, sunny day, Four pigeons came to play. Settled on a bright quilt, With feathers all ruffled, They
In towns where shadows creep, Jesus walked, hearts to keep. He taught with gentle grace, In each familiar place. The
In the park where they play, Pebbles twirled, bright as day. Wings like feathers, she spun, A ballerina, such fun!
On a stump, Mic the Pigeon, With a mic, he’s a vision. Puffed his chest, ready to sing, Jazz and
In my backyard, so bright, A thrasher hops, pure delight. With a curve upon its bill, It digs and scratches,
In the shadow of grace, I seek Your warm face. Look upon Your anointed, In love, we are pointed. One
On a sunny rooftop, Four pigeons dance, hop. With a strum and a coo, They create a view. Guitar in
In the forest, I roam, Singing sweet songs at home. With my paws, big and warm, I spread joy like