When it came all I could see was a dark shadow standing over me -
Pressing down on my chest. It wanted my last breathe.
I was lying on my back completely motionless.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't speak, but the Word was on my chest.
But it pressed harder and harder with powers beyond imagination!
Evil filled the room like a cloud of smoke, and I was suffocating!
And as I laid there instilled with fear, all I could do was wonder.
Is this the end of me, and if so, how much longer?
And as it pressed and pressed I almost gave it my last breath!
But thanks be to God, the Word was on my chest!
In between my right palm and heart was a Bible my mother gave me.
She told me, “Take this wherever you go my son, and meditate on it daily.”
And at last strength returned to me - a sword
From the mouth of the Lord
To fend off this uninvited impostor!
In the name of Jesus, get off my chest!
For it is written. No weapon formed against me shall prosper!
P.S. The battle was won but the war was far from over. Little did I know this was but the beginning.
Copyright © Larry McMillan Jr. | Year Posted 2016