My Walk as the Elect of God

In poetry form

As one of God’s chosen, who is holy and set apart, with the fruits of His own Spirit saturating my own heart.

I walk in the bond of perfection, because I was part of His predetermined election.

I walk in every good work from above, dressed in the armor of His perfect love.

To Satan and his demons, I rebuke, refuse and reject, because you are a defeated foe, and I am God’s elect.

So you, Satan, continue with your accusing me, but glory be to God who is daily choosing me.

Thank You, Lord, for loving me!

Poetry by Pam