Spiritual Battles
Unseen forces are adjacent to spiritual,
Mental and family battles. I stretch out
my hands toward intangible fibers.
Yet spirit knows all things that vibrate
high and in low places. Thence as above
And below like birds that soar high like
a Phoenix. roaring of the seas is this a
dream? My soul perceptions are like
tossing with grit and turmoil, My flesh
and my heart grow weary.
My feet stumbled, your foot is balanced
on my neck, grasping to catch my breath,
My back has been up against the wall
numerous times, I've witnessed great
and severe experiences presently you
will continuously rescue me.
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