THERE IS A CRACK IN YOUR ARMOUR: Key Strategies to Stay Protected and Win Your Spiritual Battles by PERRY STONE

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Will your spiritual Amour withstand the Forces of the Enemy?
As believers we are assigned special God gear for protection. The spiritual Armour that is described by Paul in Ephesians 6. What many people don’t know is that the success of this gear is dependent upon our knowledge of these weapons and our insight into the warfare strategies of the adversary.

In this awesome book, the writer shows you how to protect and effectively wield your spiritual armour, explaining:
-Seven common factor that wear down your spiritual strength
-How to apply little-talked-about pieces of God’s armour in your life
-How  to seal off any opening that is inviting assaults on you, your family and your church.

If you engaged in a physical, mental or spiritual battle, this book will be your resource strategy weapon to bring victory!

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