Wage War!

Gritty, powerful motivational, Spoken word, powerful male voice, orchestral

Wage war through prayer. Wage war through prayer.
You need to learn to fight the devil. Not manage him. Not tolerate him. Not negotiate a settlement with him. Destroy him. Kick him out of your life like you'd throw a thief through the front door. Kick him out of your family like the trespasser he is. Choose to fight until the blood of victory is on your hands. Don't cower in the corner like a wounded animal, fight. Don't whimper in the rubble of what he's stolen from you, fight. The Bible says it and it burns like iron: "Fight the good fight of faith." Ephesians 6 says put on the whole armor of God, strap it to your bones, and fight. Light doesn't sit down with darkness. It tears through it.
When David looked across that valley and saw Goliath, nine feet of war-hardened flesh sneering at the armies of God, he didn't flinch. He didn't feel the ground shift under his feet. The Bible says David ran toward him. Not walked. Ran. His lungs were burning, his hand was already reaching into that pouch, and his eyes were locked on a giant who was already dead and just didn't know it yet. He was aggressive. He was ferocious. He was so full of God that fear had nowhere to take root. Why? Because in the fields, when no one was watching, God let him close his bare hands around the throat of a lion. Then a bear. And now, with the whole world as the witness, he was going to drop this godless giant face-first into the dirt because the God of heaven was moving through his bones.
And that same God, that same God who breathed fire into David on that field, is inside of you. In you. And in you. So act like it. Walk like it. Talk like it. Think like it. Fight like it.
You carry the authority of His name like a weapon. You carry the power of His word like a blade that never dulls. You are His blood-bought child. Move in that. Do it in Jesus' name.
It doesn't go like a polished prayer whispered into the ceiling. It comes from somewhere deeper than your chest. It sounds something like this:
Satan, I command you in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, by the power of His shed blood that was poured out on a Roman cross, and by the unbreakable authority of the word of God. You are a crushed and defeated foe. Get your filthy hands off my marriage. Get your hands off my children. Get your hands off my body, my health, my mind. Get your hands off my finances. Get your hands off the destiny God wrote over my life before the foundations of the earth. I am the property of the living God. Jesus Christ bought me with His own blood, and you have no legal ground, no foothold, no right, no claim. The victory is mine. In the name of Jesus, get out.
You bind him from your family. You bind him from your children like chains wrapped around iron. You bind him from your business, your future, the ground you haven't taken yet. And you do it with the authority of heaven behind every word.
And things break loose.
Now put your foot on the neck of the enemy and feel him squirm beneath your heel. The victory is ours through Christ the Lord. Satan is already a ruined, broken, defeated foe. He has been since the moment that stone buried itself between Goliath's eyes. He has been since the moment the stone rolled away from an empty tomb. Think like it. Talk like it. Act like it. Pray like it. The victory is ours. Hallelujah to the Lamb of God.
He is searching the earth for men and women with fire in their chest, who are willing to step into the mouth of darkness, engage the forces of hell at full stride, and come out on the other side dragging a testimony behind them. God loves a winner.
"Blessed be the Lord, my Rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle. He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, who subdues peoples under me."

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Wage war through prayer. Wage war through prayer. You need to learn to fight the devil. Not manage him. Not tolerate him. Not negotiate a settlement with him. Destroy him. Kick him out of your life like you'd throw a thief through the front door. Kick him out of your family like the trespasser he is. Choose to fight until the blood of victory is on your hands. Don't cower in the corner like a wounded animal, fight. Don't whimper in the rubble of what he's stolen from you, fight. The Bible says it and it burns like iron: "Fight the good fight of faith." Ephesians 6 says put on the whole armor of God, strap it to your bones, and fight. Light doesn't sit down with darkness. It tears through it. When David looked across that valley and saw Goliath, nine feet of war-hardened flesh sneering at the armies of God, he didn't flinch. He didn't feel the ground shift under his feet. The Bible says David ran toward him. Not walked. Ran. His lungs were burning, his hand was already reaching into that pouch, and his eyes were locked on a giant who was already dead and just didn't know it yet. He was aggressive. He was ferocious. He was so full of God that fear had nowhere to take root. Why? Because in the fields, when no one was watching, God let him close his bare hands around the throat of a lion. Then a bear. And now, with the whole world as the witness, he was going to drop this godless giant face-first into the dirt because the God of heaven was moving through his bones. And that same God, that same God who breathed fire into David on that field, is inside of you. In you. And in you. So act like it. Walk like it. Talk like it. Think like it. Fight like it. You carry the authority of His name like a weapon. You carry the power of His word like a blade that never dulls. You are His blood-bought child. Move in that. Do it in Jesus' name. It doesn't go like a polished prayer whispered into the ceiling. It comes from somewhere deeper than your chest. It sounds something like this: Satan, I command you in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, by the power of His shed blood that was poured out on a Roman cross, and by the unbreakable authority of the word of God. You are a crushed and defeated foe. Get your filthy hands off my marriage. Get your hands off my children. Get your hands off my body, my health, my mind. Get your hands off my finances. Get your hands off the destiny God wrote over my life before the foundations of the earth. I am the property of the living God. Jesus Christ bought me with His own blood, and you have no legal ground, no foothold, no right, no claim. The victory is mine. In the name of Jesus, get out. You bind him from your family. You bind him from your children like chains wrapped around iron. You bind him from your business, your future, the ground you haven't taken yet. And you do it with the authority of heaven behind every word. And things break loose. Now put your foot on the neck of the enemy and feel him squirm beneath your heel. The victory is ours through Christ the Lord. Satan is already a ruined, broken, defeated foe. He has been since the moment that stone buried itself between Goliath's eyes. He has been since the moment the stone rolled away from an empty tomb. Think like it. Talk like it. Act like it. Pray like it. The victory is ours. Hallelujah to the Lamb of God. He is searching the earth for men and women with fire in their chest, who are willing to step into the mouth of darkness, engage the forces of hell at full stride, and come out on the other side dragging a testimony behind them. God loves a winner. "Blessed be the Lord, my Rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle. He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, who subdues peoples under me."

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