.. My Battle Cry ..
 

Heavenly Father,

Clothe me now in Your full armor; I bow and take each piece in reverent silence.  

Belt of truth—fasten me to Your unshakable Word; let falsehood fall away.  Breastplate of righteousness—guard my heart; let Your justice and mercy beat within me.  

Shoes of the gospel—set my feet on holy ground; make my steps sure and swift to do Your will. Shield of faith—lifted between me and the assault, quench each fiery doubt.  

Helmet of salvation—cover my mind; keep my thoughts captive to Christ. Sword of the Spirit—Your living Word—place it now in my hand; let it cut through darkness and confusion.
 

Holy Spirit, breathe upon me; sharpen my discernment, steady my breath. Calm my spirit with a soft, fierce peace—an intensity that trembles only toward You.
 
Clothe me in humility and boldness together: gentle in mercy, relentless in prayer. Let angels surround me in unseen ranks; let their wings be a hush against the clamor of fear.  

Reveal the snares laid by the enemy; unveil deceit and render it powerless. Teach me to stand—not by my strength, but anchored in Christ—resolute, silent, steadfast.

 

For those I carry now: Shield mothers in travail; cradle newborn cries with Your mercy. Hold the wounded, the desperate, the wandering; bind their wounds with Your love.  

Grant courage to the faint, wisdom to the unsure, and healing to the broken. When the night-tightened shadows press, let my lips find this prayer: 

“Christ, be my light; Christ, be my sword; Christ, be my shield.”  Let my soul rise like a whispered flame — soft, yet impossible to extinguish —  a holy intensity that radiates peace, purity, and power.
 

I stand now, clothed in Your armor, surrendered and alert. Use me, Father—quietly fierce—for the work You appoint. By Your name, for Your glory, in the authority of Jesus Christ, I pray.

Amen.