In a feast, I came in this year
Ignorant of the continuous battle
in transition
The battle for who will be the
lord of my soul
The clash that will determine who
rules the now
The battle for who get the praise
of my next story
Still in my banquet; unaware me
I perceived a sparkle – a flash of
the war
The lord of sin and death reached
out for my soul
He threw his jabs of hate and lust
‘Mercy!’
The MORNING STAR rose in me for a
defense
The monster yet approached me with
fury
He threw me a blow of pride and
envy
‘Mercy!’
The HAND THAT KNEW NO SIN blocked
the fist
Again the accuser loomed with
fierce rage
His eyes burning with fury, he
struck me with a slap of ignorance
And I cried, ‘There is a thorn in
my flesh!’
The SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS arose
with healing in His wings
He patted me saying, ‘My grace is
sufficient for you’
I jerked in strength, though weak
Then what…
The beast roared, called out his
agents
In reality, I still dine,
oblivious of hell’s new strategy
The demons injected me and I fell
flat, frail
Soon, the LIGHT OF MEN shone on
me,
Extends His two edged sword to me
My eyes opened, I was spirited
‘He was wounded for my transgressions
He was bruised for my iniquities
The chastisement of my peace was
upon him
And with His stripes I am healed’
By grace, I resisted the devil, he
fleed
But…
The battle continues…
What more…
The PRINCE OF PEACE assured me of
victory on His side
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