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Demons

I'm staying up all night, there are Demons to fight

Circling around my head and even sleeping in my bed.

 

Adding to the the lies I cast

Bringing up things in the past

Constantly wishing I was theirs

Denying my joy with their stares

 

Pleading with me to lose mind

Gouge out my eyes, make me blind

To all of the good that surrounds my day

It's no longer Prayer that directs my way

 

Maybe this is it.

 

Maybe I'm done for.

 

Put on the Armour of God. I will make my stand.

Gauntlets of Truth, one on each hand.

I will be righteous, the breastplate upon my chest.

I will stand on Peace for the rest of this test.

Take up the Shield, my Faith taking hit after hit.

My helmet placed firmly, Salvation saved me from the pit.

The Sword of the Spirit, shining so bright.

The Word of God, the only companion I have tonight.

 

 

And I turn to face the Demons and shout with all my might.

 

I'm staying up all night, I have Demons to fight.

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Nov 1, 2010
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