Battle

Caught a blow to my cheek,
As the Devil whispered,
Leave.
That Independence is key, and
Who gives a damn,
About promises made to the King.
About a promise made to me.
You see,
The Devil is a weaver,
Of false realities.
The Paver of pillowed streets,
A Deceiver in our ear,
And a giver of gifts.
He wears the cloak of freedom,
So that heaven is amiss.
He clouds are minds,
steals our hearts.
He’s the thief,
In the night,
Picking us apart.

In Nirvana,
Shining bright,
God is there.
To help you fight.
To see the Path,
He is our guide.
He is,
The Way, The Truth, and the Life,
In the night,
He battles our dark,
And so,
We humble our hearts.
As He shines on the way,
To truth.
That,
His Will,
Isn’t a noose.
It is Love.
Real freedom, and
Our lighthouse,
Of hope.
To His Kingdom.
Our way out of the darkness.
As we begin,
To trust,
And learn,
To Love.
And see Him.

But the Way is hard, and
So our hearts,
Enticing evil freedoms, for
Our need to be “set apart”,
Hide from the realities,
Of why,
Our lives become dark.
we pretend to be free,
Decisively,
We return to being gratified,
Immediately, so
Back in the cage,
We wander,
Aimlessly.
Weak and afraid,
To tired to be,
Anything,
we are called to be,
And so we leave,
Into the pitch void,
That calls to us,
Secretly.
But know there is light,
Inside your heart where God resides,
Follow Him, and
Have faith in the night,
To be,
Set free.