Familiar Demons
Their actions are so crude.
They are so rude.
They got bad attitudes.
They have no altitude.
The devil is their main dude.
They don’t even know that
I know that they smile,
But that evil spirit in them shows.
Stuff that they did long ago
Bothered me and I couldn’t quite
Pinpoint it at all but after many trials
Sufferings and falls . I could see through
The familiar demons then and
Most definitely can now.
They often say they know me
Because of my family.
They don’t know me at all
They are the demons that
Trying to pull us down
To hells four walls.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,
but against principalities,
against powers,
against the rulers of the darkness of this world,
against spiritual wickedness
in high places.
I was born and raised
In my state’s high place
I went down south
Near the Mississippis mouth
In order to get restored
Now I’m back in the high place
Very bored to help those
Who are young and broke down
In my hometown.
I face familiar demons daily
And when I mention Jesus’s name
And quote the Word of God literally
And claim to live righteously
To help the struggling youth
By speaking the truth
I get attacked by the familiar demons
Of my youth who still want to hold us back
Not teaching us and driving a Lexus or Cadillac.
I know that God has my back
And He brought me for a reason
For a grand harvest season
Of gaining souls for the glory of God.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
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