Spiritual Battle

Sun, 11/20/2016 - 22:21 -- E.B.

My battles are not won

through soldiers.

I, rather, battle what

cannot be seen.

 

The war is ugly, brutal.

Thankfully, I am only a spectator.

He fights for me.

 

Not a physical soldier,

as you might imagine.

Instead, a spiritual soldier,

given by grace.

 

You cannot beat Him,

nor could I.

Why would I even want to try?

This poem is about: 
Me

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