Malik Johnson Poet Epic

At the Threshold of a New Year

I can think of 365 ways 
I could have strayed 
within the past 365 days.
But the Lord has carried me here 
to the threshold of a new year
And as I look Beyond I could see peace and War.
I can see the Gates of Heaven and I can see the devil at my door.
Yes the mighty adversary who seeks to destroy, kill and steal.
So throw on your holy armor and seek to do God's will.
For there's going to be a battle unlike the world has ever seen 
you thought last year was bad wait until 2017.
Oh mama I'm not trying to scare you 
and brother believe me I'm just trying to prepare you 
for the time is now to kneel 
next to the sword you wield 
and pray for strength for the devil is about to step upon the battlefield.  
For he is the great accuser,
the soul abuser.
He went against God 
And became a notorious loser.
He bullies through shame.
Pain is his game. 
His dice are the wicked
Who justify his name.
For those who don't care
Their souls are fair share,
But the word is your sword,
And the holy spirit is the armor 
You bear.
So now the playing field is level 
As you prepare to rumble with the devil, 
but don't be discouraged from what 
your battle has disheveled.
Because when all is said and done 
with one move to determine who won.
The devil will say "just look at all your past sins"
But God will say "just look at my son.." 
for he gave you 365 ways 
for each of the 365 days 
of every year 
to never give up and to never fear.

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