This poem was written about the spiritual warfare that it being fought about my mind - the devil on one side and the Lord on the other. God will always prevail.
The needle is attracted to my arm,
But it won’t cause me any harm.
The coke is attracted to my nose.
It slows life down. Suddenly froze.
The pills and the mirror are friends.
I feel my heart beginning to mend.
The cigarettes just want my lips.
All at once, my heart violently rips.
My soul seeks isolation.
I’m lacking in patience.
My mind seeks silence.
I’m tired of the masked violence.
The blade searches for my wrist.
The falling blood and my skin kiss.
The drink grabs at my throat,
And into another world I float.
And this is Satan.
His hand is searching to hold mine.
He reminds me that everything is fine.
His arms reach around me.
His love is what He wants me to see.
Him and I are friends.
He promises to be there until the end.
He just wants my dedication.
He rescued me with salvation.
My soul seeks closeness.
I pour out my heart and finally confess.
My mind seeks scripture.
In Him only am I secure.
His word searches for my ears.
I can let go of all my fears.
His people are here for Him.
Satan doesn’t have to win.
And this is the Lord.
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