Walkin' In The Valley of Beracah

I live in the Valley of Beracah;
It's the valley of blessings and praise.
Sometimes I encounter fierce battles;
Then my hands in true worship I raise.

My enemies, honed to engage me,
are stronger and smarter and fit,
But my great Commander has trained me,
and at His feet calmly I sit.

At times, they will boldly approach me;
at times stealing in from the rear.
But always I stand in the ready;
I'm wearing my full battle gear.

My spiritual armor protects me,
for the warfare is spiritual, too.
My Commander's already prepared me--
alerted, I know what to do.

I know my position's surrounded;
I feel the pain of each blow.
So I trust and I praise my Commander,
and He comes to vanquish the foe.

Battles aren't fought by bravado and strength,
but the Sword of the Spirit, and praise.
The shield of faith still protects me
as I follow Christ all of my days.

The more that I call on my Jesus,
the clearer His vision I'll see.
As I walk in the Valley of Beracah,
He will fight all my battles for me.

Connie Faust
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