*Fight*

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ephesians 6:10. we are in a battle. are you prepared?

Submitted: April 25, 2010

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I want to be God's warrior,
I really do.
I want to be unabashedly, unashamedly,
completely and irreversibly
in love with God.
I want to fight.
I know I've been called to
do big, hard things,
fight big, long battles,
defy the enemy so God can change a life
through me,
but I feel so small
next the this blessed curse,
this tool of the Enemy:
the world.

The world is culture,
the way things are done.
The world is pressure
to conform to the mold.
The world is fear
of the unknown or unseen.
This is the monster I face
everywhere I go.

How can I run a good race, completely unshackled by sin,
when this thing clutches me tightly,
pulling me back two steps for every three I make?
How can I be salt and light
when everywhere I turn,
people are clamoring for me to be
dark and bland, just like them?
How can I fight the real enemy
when I have so much trouble with its beast,
and how can I fight the beast
when I am so attracted to it?
I an ingrained into the world
and it into me.
Even the Church, the very thing
that should be immune to this virus
has fallen very ill.

What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm just a warrior wanna-be with
what I think might be a
mustard seed in one hand
and something resembling a
sword hanging from the other.
But, oh, how much I long go be
a real warrior.
What good is hopeful fantasies against
so huge an opponent as the world?
But I am already fighting.
I must learn on the go.
I need to use this mustard seed
and this sword I've been given.
I need to use the strength of the seed
to lift my sword high and shout,
"Look what God can do!"
And then I need to turn my back
on the world.
The only way to fight it is to refuse it,
be in the world, not of it.
And then I need to fight the real enemy
by being salt and light,
even if I'm the only salt in the bowl,
the only light in the room.
Especially then.
No more fear,
I'm in a battle.
I am a warrior.


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