No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper: Fred Hammond -

The opening chords of "No Weapon" began to fill the quiet space. Fred Hammond’s voice, smooth yet grounded in a deep, unshakable authority, began to pulse through the speakers. “No weapon formed against me shall prosper...”

The music started again. He wasn't a man retreating from a fight anymore; he was a man walking through one, knowing the victory was already written in the lyrics of his life. Fred Hammond - No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper

“God will do what He said He would do / He will stand by His word / He will come through.” The opening chords of "No Weapon" began to

Marcus closed his eyes. At first, the words felt like a distant wish. He thought of the mounting bills, the silent phone calls from recruiters, and the look of worry he tried to hide from his daughter. Those felt like weapons. They felt like they were prospering quite well. He wasn't a man retreating from a fight

He stood up, his boots echoing on the floor. He started to pace. By the time the song reached its climactic chant— “It won’t work!” —Marcus was shouting it back.

"It won't work," he whispered. Then louder. "It won't work!"