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Jesus took our suits of
sin,
So we could put on instead
the armor of Him.
To hell He sent
the lust of our loins, the
wrath and sloth of our hearts,
the vainglory and avarice
of our minds' eyes, the
excess of our mouths and
tongues, as well as the greed
of our all too eager hands
and feet.
Then in spirit He laid out
belts of our own truth to buckle
around our waists, breastplates
of righteousness to strap around
our chests, helmets of salvation
to place upon our heads, shields
of faith to block all evil, swords
of the Spirit to brandish aloft,
and ready shoes to share the all
peace.
Every moment then, we must
choose the garb Jesus provides,
Or the garbage the world
makes
our sinful ways it deftly hides.
See this poem @ His Newsman
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