At church, we recently finished up a study on spiritual warfare. It was a great study that is very relevant and useful for our lives today. As the study was coming to a close, I was reminded of a poem I had written not very long before. This is it.
I am the monster in your closet.
I'm the thing under your bed;
your doubts, your fears,
your unbelief,
I'm everything you dread.
I'm gravity, pulling down.
I am the undertow,
grabbing on, holding tight
and never letting go.
I'm the bully.
I'm the psycho.
The beast, the dark, the wine.
I'm suspicion.
I am hatred
breathing cold chills up your spine.
I'm the chasm of despair.
I am the great abyss.
The nothing, the nightmare,
death's deep and darkest kiss.
I am the first deceiver,
the traitor, the funeral pyre.
I'm winter's killing frost.
I am the original liar.
I am beauty's great imposter.
I sing the sirens' song.
I'm distraction, greed, corruption.
I confuse what's right and wrong.
I'm the dragon, breathing fire,
that haunts you in your sleep.
I'm inhuman and unnatural
and I'm laughing as you weep.
"Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour."
1 Peter 5:8
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