The Champions Stand

Do you ever feel like you’re not allowed to fly?

Do you ever feel dead—dried up inside?

Do you ever feel like you must live according to lies?

Do you ever feel trapped inside your own mind?

Pressure closes in from every side.

Fear whispers, spitting out its lies.

For a split second, I turn and hide.

For a moment, I believe the lie.

For a moment, I fall for the trick.

For a moment, I forget I hold the Sword of the Spirit—not a simple stick.

I kneel, head bowed,

tears falling freely.

I repeat the words I’ve known all my life.

His peace settles over me—

steady, sure.

Each bold word is my grip tightening on Jesus,

my refusal to let go.

I remember:

I am unbroken.

Unstuck.

Realigned.

Reassigned.

No longer blind.

I feel His breath on me.

His power surges through my veins.

His shadow wraps around me.

His love overtakes me.

Freedom echoes in the depths.

The song of heaven fills my head.

The words of heaven form on my lips—

Truth flowing like a river.

The ground begins to quake.

My heart knows what’s at stake.

A champion, resolute, I lift my head.

The battle cry builds inside.

The enemy cowers—

his lies now powerless.

He turns to flee,

but my sword strikes and cuts short his stride.

Clothed in victory,

I hear heaven’s celebration.

Humbled,

I see the King approaching.

I fall to my knees—

crowns cast down.

An atmosphere of love surrounds me,

profound, all-encompassing.

I am in awe of the sound—

Eternal.

Mystical.

Mysterious.

Supernatural.

It flows around me,

it claims my ground.

And forever, in His love, I am bound.