The enemy is contending
for my dream.
He has seen itas I have,
but somehow he believes
in it more than me,
and will stop at nothing to destroy
its destiny.
He uses different tactics
depending on the mood
he finds me in.
He stirs me to overdo
till exhaustion lays me low.
He smothers my heart with pain
to cause it to go cold.
He distracts me
with pleasant things
that fill my soul space,
or unpleasant things
that downwards drag.
He brings along
some words to suppress
my spirit,
or puff up pride.
His armory appears endless
and time is on his side.
He has come across
humanity before,
in all its fragile forms
beset by original sin,
and not so original ones.
He tries to side swipe
my God given dream
out of my hands
by crafty cunning,
as I fail to see
he is behind my trials.
Yet God still loves me.
He is still with me,
and His perfect will is in the dream
He entrusts me with,
to bring forth future fruit.
My faltering faith
He touches with His mighty power.
His Spirit revives me,
and He shines His light upon my path.
He lifts my eyes to see Him,
and we lock our gaze
as He talks me through
the steps to practice,
until our perfect dance comes forth,
and I can say again
to the enemy,
'You will not have my dream today'.