There is my ancient enemy, but here is my present sword:

I battle him with the power of the Word.

I battle him with truth’s beautiful face.

I battle him with the might of grace.

I battle him with my lips and pen.

I battle him with my God, who doesn’t end.

I battle him with hope surrounding me.

I battle with compassion like a sea.

I battle him with verse and lyric.

I battle him because I do not fear it.

I battle armed with Light and Love.

I battle him here, though battles are won above.

©️2020 Rachel D. Lyne