A prayer warrior, armed with faith
Takes up the shield of prayer, and stands in the gap
With fervent zeal, they lift their voice
And cry out to God, with a heart full of choice
They pray for the lost, the hurting, and the weak
For healing, restoration, and souls to seek
They intercede for loved ones, friends, and foes
And ask for God's mercy, as they lift their woes
With every prayer, they claim victory
Over darkness, fear, and the enemy's strategy
They trust in God's power, and His divine plan
And know that their prayers, can move mountains and land
A prayer warrior, with a heart of gold
Fights for the kingdom, and never grows old
In spiritual battles, they stand tall and strong
And bring hope and light, where darkness has been long.
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