Too many days of darkness and despair, yet you keep whispering words of hope reminding me you are there.
Too many nights of crying and praying with so little sleep, I feel you gently wiping my tears as I silently weep.
The enemy raging, my home, my health at risk; Spiritual warfare is needed, can’t quit, I must persist.
As I continue to pray he tries to rage and resist, but he quivers and weakens as God’s words leave my lips.
Pat Parker
