The Enemy

All around me, it is there

Everywhere I look, it is there

It surrounds me

It bullies me

It pressures me

But it also fears me

It knows that even though it can beat me up and knock me down, it can never control me

Sin is not my master

Sin, the destroyer of man, the seductress of Satan, the friend to many, is the enemy to me

Though it has won many battles and will win many more, sin is fighting a losing war

When I rose from the waters of baptism, I knew that the war was won

The war in which countless souls have perished

The war in which the tables have now been turned 

I am now what sin fears most 

For I have become a light to those souls still wandering the battlefield

The souls that sin still holds captive

And sin will stop at nothing to keep them ensnared in its web of lies

When I find one of those lost souls blinded by sin's deceit 

It becomes my job to make them see that Sin, is nobody's master

This poem is about: 
Me

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