I wrote this poem after realizing that my way of life would forever change because of the cancer. This particular type of cancer effects how much I eat and what I eat. That seems a small insignificant thing, but I believe Satan uses every tidbit he can grasp to bring us down.
My heart is heavy It drags me down Through thoughts that paralyze When no one is around
Satan knocks at every door Waiting for me to fall And believe his lies Convincing me of them all
He scurries about in my mind Busily preparing a place For me to be destroyed And watch as I end in disgrace
He grasps me at every corner Patiently weaving his lies Tearing me from my God Turning me into what I despise
A weak and useless one Who whimpers at any war Someone who is fragile And easily ignored
But this battle is not mine To fight all on my own It is the Lord who shares All this that is forlorn
He is my armor And protects me from sin He is the strongest of warriors With my God, I will win
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