By Brenna Naufel
I wrote this poem in high school after a conversation with my mom about spiritual warfare…
Standing face-to-face
With my oppressor,
The serpent’s tongue of deceit.
Master of lies
A mind filled of hate
To him I accept no defeat.
He lifts up his sword
So powerful and strong
He cries, “May the battle begin!”
I reach for my weapon
Which could not compare
I began to tremble within.
His sword struck my own
It soared through the air
Unmistakenly, I’d been disarmed.
I crouched to the ground
No hope of survival
I braced for the future harm.
He raised up my face,
Beady eyes meeting mine
His lips curled up in a snarl.
His raspy voice croaked,
“Come into MY home,
I’ll make it worth your while.”
He grasped my small wrist
Tears raced from my eyes,
I helplessly wept a short prayer.
Knowing inside
I would not survive
Unless Almighty God should appear.
Suddenly came angels
They drew up their swords
In one swift synchronized motion.
God had heard my prayer
Showed outstanding love
Forgiveness and sincere devotion.
The devil shrieked in defeat
Clumsily stumbled to his feet
He cowardly ran away.
Oh praise Jehovah,
Who saves me from Satan
I look forward to the Judgment Day!
And then, it was silent.
I sat alone trembling
I shuddered with fear,
But the Lord picked me up
And drew my face near.
Wiped the tears from my eyes,
Whispered gently in my ear.
While embraced with His love
I heard,
“Fear not my child. I AM HERE.”