Woke up at 4a and a poem came out. Enjoy..
Dear Fear, indeed you lure my itching ears to hear.
Speaking wicked media, you tell me many stories.. always luring me in, laced with so many worries.
Your friends Stress & Anxiety, they’ve messed with my sobriety.. But now I take my stand, no longer as as a boy.. my Daddy raised a man.
The Father of Light is my soul’s delight, today is a perfect day to fight the good fight.
God is my Defender, you will not prevail.. The Sword of the Spirit pierces you like a nail.
As it is written, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition,” .. By faith I know that the good Lord is listening.
“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed!”, This is the Good media that I’ll happily obey..
“Trust in the Lord”, it is the only way.. He’ll move these mountains from my path every day.
Whispers from darkness, you itch my itching ears, but your days are over.. here comes the zealous Spear:
“If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”
Principalities of darkness, you sure play some wicked games, but “It is finished”, in Jesus the Christ’s Holy name.
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