Vulnerability

Took a hit last night.

Unaware of my weakness in that area.

Satan’s arrow pierced my back and through my stomach.

I am losing all strength.

The spirit of fear seeking an opportunity

Along with his partner, doubt, seeking a time to inject his poison.

I'm on the floor feeling all this pain and can’t seem to think straight.

I find myself in solitary.

Thought I had people I can trust.

backstabbers, they turned their back on me.

I got to focus on survival.

I got to fight for my revival.

I got to endure for my comeback.

Dragging myself for safety.

Crawling for shelter only finding a cave for loneliness.

Freezing on this cold night.

Lord, you are my watchman.

I trust your faithfulness even when my mind can’t seem to think straight because of the pain.

I won’t allow this thorn to change my judgment of your truth.

Remind me of our intimate moments:

When you remained after everyone left,

When you uplifted me while others lowered me,

When I couldn’t stand and you carried me.

I know there is nothing hidden from you.

I know that you precisely placed everything in my life for a purpose including, allowing me to feel this pain.

My enemies see me disturbed because I trust you.

My enemies see me mad because I believe in your glory.

But I believe it.

I see your glory, I see your faithfulness, I see your truth displayed all around like an art gallery.

How can’t anyone see it?

I got to focus on survival

I got to focus on revival

I got to endure the war zone for a comeback

You say victory is mine,

and your enemies will know that I am Lord.

You are my refuge, my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.

You are my deliverer, my God, my shield, and the horn of my salvation.