My Worst Enemy
My own worst enemy
Battered and bruised beyond recognition she can barely move
She cries inconsolably no one understands and many disapprove
She deserves it some say and others want to help her heal
But People tend to judge before they really know the deal
How could she allow this to go on for so long and not flee?
Because the batterer I talk about is not a she but is me.
For I am my worst enemy and the devil knows this all too well
Telling me you will never get to heaven but will join me in hell
Out of shame and guilt he keeps me from seeking my redeemer
He spews lies to convince me not to become one of God’s believers
He so enjoys seeing me in pain battling with my affliction and to him a game.
I have become weak in spirit and my body racked with constant weight of shame.
Out of desperation and not knowing what to do except bow my head
and speak the words I had been taught” Jesus died for me a rose from the dead”.
Now you see all was not instantly fixed but one thing I had to which I could cope
Was the promise he would never leave me nor forsake me and this gave me hope.
Written 04/30/2014
By Erin Soares-Anselmi
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