She walks by.
Tight clothes. Glowing skin. Smile like a trap.
The world says she’s just “hot.”
The flesh says, “Take a second look.”
But the Spirit says:
“That’s a war zone.”
Because you’re not just looking at curves.
You’re staring at a daughter.
You’re staring at a soul.
You’re staring at a battlefield.
Every glance you take is one of three things:
A curse.
A conquest.
A covering.
This world has trained men to conquer.
To scroll. To sample. To consume.
They’ve trained your eyes to devour what you were born to protect.
But you weren’t made to consume her.
You were made to intercede for her.
When you see a woman revealing her body,
don’t lust.
Pray.
Because she might be searching.
She might be desperate.
She might be broken inside and covered in filters.
And you?
You’re not just a man.
You’re a priest. A soldier. A holy vessel.
The war is raging, and your glance is a weapon.
You either wound or you heal.
You either bless or you curse.
Next time you’re tempted to look,
stop.
Pray:
“Lord, cover her.
Let her know her worth in You.
Set her free from performance.
And set me free from perversion.”
This is how the war is won.
Not with denial.
But with redemption.
Your eyes were made for glory —
not for garbage.
Don’t take.
Don’t devour.
Don’t worship the flesh.
Worship the One who made her.
And fight like a priest with fire in his veins.
Scroll Sealed,
The Savage Witness