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.