My armor is fitted
My muscles like wire
My hair's in the wind
My sword is on fire!

My spirit is willing
Through You I'm not weak
The fight for Your honor
Is all that I seek!

[Chorus]
I'll fight for You
I'll fight for the lost!
I'll fight for You
No matter the cost!

I'll fight for You
I will be brave!
Be strong & courageous
Unto the GRAVE.

I march to the Shofar
How I love the sound!
My bridal dress sparkling  
My boots on the ground...

I march toward the goal
I don't have far to go
With Your mighty power
We defeat our foe!!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
We defeat our foe
Right inside his lair
With Your mighty power

The Prince of the Air!

Catherine Jarvis
November 2, 2020

“For where your treasure is,
there will your heart be also.
Matthew 6:21 KJV

Here we dig, in our diamond mines
Treasures! Wealth! Riches to find!
Looking for something
To please our minds.
They seems so elusive as
The years unwind...
Wouldn't it be wonderful!
The gemstones shine!
But we fight for rocks.
Like all MANKIND.

Mammoth heaps of mammon!
The Midas touch!
We look for rubies, gold & such.
Pirates, filled with greed!
Filthy lucre ain't much
When you sell your soul
And check your WATCH...

Time ticks by.
What have you done?
You're getting old
And under the gun
You gave your all...
And your children run.
Wild as beasts
They have their fun
Doing drugs & drinking.
Now your heart breaks, RUN.

You look back
Through a different lens
Wish you could hit delete
And do it again...
But it don't work
Like that, my friend.

You went to church
& you were bored
Your riches in your
Pocket stored
Righteous people
You abhorred
You loved not them
Much less the Lord.

Now before Him
On your face
You've been undone
You don't have GRACE!
You made it big
In the rat race...

But all your life
Was just a WASTE.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
November 3, 2020

A chaste & lovely maiden
Loved a roughhewn sort of man
It was a strange attraction
The folk could never understand
But she lived in a great tower
In a foreign land.

The lad traversed the valleys
The tangled briars low
Great and craggy mountains
Replete with ice and snow
He knew that he must find her
But did not know where to go.

He questioned people far & wide
Of how to find the lass
Finally an old woman
Told him true at last
But guardians of gargoyles
Would let no one pass!

They would ask a riddle
That he would have to tell
What was found in plenty
At the bottom of a well
If he couldn't answer
They'd take him straight to hell!

The rough young man, he pondered
Yes, he was perplexed
He had no ready answer
Didn't know what to do next
He did not know the answer
And he was so sore vexed!

But a gentle voice he told him
Just like a tender kiss
What resides within a well
Is always a great wish.

So the lad, he faced his foe
So bold in his youth
His answer confounded them
Because it was the TRUTH.

He found the modest maiden
Straight away they wed
They had been kept apart
But had higher love instead!

The moral of this fable
Is the greatest wish in you
Should NOT BE GIVEN UP ON...

... FOR THEY MAY COME TRUE.

Catherine Jarvis
October 23, 2020

There's a lovely garden
A precious golden road
Where you can loosen burdens
You can lay aside your load.

There are blooming cherry trees
Mountains violet blue
Pure white picket garden gate
Flowers every hue.

It is just like Eden
As far as eyes can see
But it's NOT our current world
Not reality
There was another garden
Called Gethsemane.

There were gnarled olive trees
And stones along the road
Where the Lord cried out to God
And shed His precious blood.

Then there is a spirit place
Where there is decision
Take a strait and narrow path
Or a broad road to extinction.

If you choose the latter
You'll regret it to your core
But if you choose the former
Heaven is in store
That gate's our Lord, the very Christ,
With whom you've made war
That gate is the Gospel
Which you have heard before...

Pass through the gate of Jesus
For life forevermore!

Catherine Jarvis
October 20, 2020

A heart resplendent
With hands raised
A heart that's joyfully
Singing praise!

A heart that's burdened
By all the pain
Yet still knows Jehovah reigns.

The first is happy, then will sigh.
The sorrowful will reach
And touch the sky!
Both will know that by & by
That in the end all in graves lie.

Those in sorrow
Need hands raised!
They've knelt in prayer
Now need to praise!

Those who are happy
In their way
Should bow a knee...
Begin to pray.

Life ain't easy. It ain't fair.
We all need...

An attitude of prayer.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
10/9/2020

The wind sighs through
the gnarled boughs
of trees with golden leaves

Though you cannot see it
it's because the eye deceives.

The leaves fall into water
a river wild and free

The gurgling torrent takes them
From the forest to the sea.

Though you cannot see the breeze
it is there nonetheless

It is like faith the leaves are stirred
by our God's caress.

It is by faith the offering falls
into the roaring waves

It is by faith the tree lets go
of gold into the grave.

To the sea go sailing ships
so beautiful & bold!

To the sea go golden boats
their cargo is the soul.

Some, they do not make it.
They crash along the shore.

But many sail and do not fail

To life forevermore.

Catherine Jarvis
aka SoulSurvivor