Weakness

He whispers, "Your weakness is strong", I reply, "You are wrong. " He knows my vice, And has used it against me 20 x twice. He takes my compassion as a downfall, When I am at my best that is when he comes to call. He screams debility and hell, I fight for my heart's reason and face the gale. You will fail you feeble creature, You'll shake and shiver and you'll never meet the Teacher. Your vulnerability is so clear I can smell it, I see you barely standing...your soul covered in dirt and grit. Your soul is covered in blood and you are clothed in shame, What's the matter, cupcake...tired of the game? Thy frailty is my food and pleasure, Your shortcomings I can not even measure! He constantly yells , stomps and screams, He is the one that haunts my dreams. Always telling me how miserable I am and what I lack, Assuring me that my soul is blacker than black. But I know my own soul and how I really can be, And if he thinks me weak that is his folly. I know who I am... I am a Child of Light, All I have to do is set it on bright. For what he sees as weakness...is my saving grace, So he can get behind me...for Jesus dwells in this place!