On a daily basis, we are bombarded by fearful and negative thoughts from/by the enemy. This is real spiritual warfare and the mind is the battlefield. When the enemy calls us failures, the sword of the spirit - the word of God tells us the truth that we are not failures, but that we have the seed of success in us!

I’ll explain this using the scenes and words.

In the first scene, I can be seen, going about my daily life (making a beverage). The voice in my head is that of the enemy, who shoots arrows at my heart daily (spiritual warfare). I need to put on the full armor of God to be able to stand against the devil’s schemes.
My mind is the battlefield; therefore, I cannot fight only defensively. I must go on the offensive against the enemy. The sword of the spirit (which is the word of God) aids me in attacking the lies of the enemy.
The seat of my belief in whom whose blood purifies me, talks about faith (as a shield). The enemy keeps shooting arrows, but with faith as a shield, I have a defense, and he’ll eventually be the one to give up. Furthermore, the enemy will always seek to attack my righteousness consciousness. I am purified by Jesus’s blood (and the breastplate of righteousness protects my heart from the devil’s wiles – trying to constantly remind me that because of past failures, I am not righteous) once and for all, and if I keep confessing and believing it, he’ll give up.
My feet are shod with shoes that carry the good news of peace. God’s peace that surpasses all understanding (Phil. 4:7) guides my heart and mind and gives me the strength to stand strong even in the face of attacks and trials.
I have the mind of Christ (he who SALVAGED me from hell’s grasp). The enemy’s games are played in the human mind, therefore, the helmet of salvation (an assurance of my eternal nature of being saved through faith in Jesus) helps me shut out the enemy’s lies and focus on the voice of my shepherd.
Defense and offence in hand, again talks about the sword of the spirit and the shield of faith. With these weapons, even when the enemy repeatedly throws his lies at me, I know I am not alone for greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world.
Finally, the last 3 stanzas of the poem speak of the truth of who I am in Christ. With the belt of truth girded around my waist, my identity in Christ is a strong bulwark that protects me against the fiery darts of the enemy’s lies.

Spoken word artiste -Ife Odigwe
Supporting artiste (voice - in whispers)- Kingsley Ekekwe
Videography: Kingsley Ekekwe
Video concept: Kingsley Ekekwe and Ife Odigwe
Instrumentation Credit: The Farm (Storyblocks)

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The Farm (Storyblocks) - Royalty Free

“You are not good enough”
“You are a failure”
You will never measure up”
“Time is running out”
“You will be left behind…”

Something, someone is always speaking
Against the doors of my mind, voices are kicking
The weeds have grown again
A foothold on my mind is what they are fighting to regain

These voices won’t stop talking to me
I am up against more than I can handle on my own
This whisperer keeps encroaching into my zone
And I can hear the whistle to flag off an offensive play

My mind is the stage
For life’s music to be played
The melodies of God’s word or the discord from the enemy’s camp?
One gives me peace, the other, sweaty palms

“Why don’t you just give up?”
“You are not good enough”
“Where is your God now?”
“You have been left behind…”

Lies… all lies… I know I am not alone
Though you keep shooting arrows at my heart with the force of a cyclone
You attack the seat of my belief in him whose blood purifies me
But if I don’t give up, you eventually will

My feet carry the good news which gives me the strength to stand
I have the mind of him who salvaged me from hell’s grasp
I am his sheep and I hear his voice
Defense and offence in hand, I can attack the liar’s whispers with confidence and poise

I was never left behind
I will only arrive at the right time