Marleene's Corner

Weapons of warfare start to arise, as I'm led into battle I can hear the distant cries, of a mother praying desperately on her knees, asking God who dwells in heaven to meet her children's needs. Weapons of warfare start to arise, as I'm led into battle I can hear the distant cries, of a woman being beaten bruises covering her face, asking God who dwells in heaven, "please send an extra measure of faith." Weapons of warfare start to arise, as I'm led into battle I can hear the distant cries, of a child who's been molested feeling empty and unworthy, asking God who dwells in heaven, "what's the ending of my story?" Weapons of warfare start to arise, as I'm led into battle I can hear the distant cries, of a patient battling cancer holding on with all their might, asking God who dwells in heaven, "Dear Lord help me win this fight." Weapons of warfare start to arise, as I'm led into battle I can hear the distant cries, of the h...