The Beast
By Mercedes L. Hodge
Sometimes, I feel like a gladiator trapped in an arena without my sword
Help me battle against the beast , oh Lord
The beast may be the boss who won’t give me a promotion
The beast may be a friend’s lack of devotion
The beast may be a mother who won’t hold me
The beast may be every brother who tries to control me
The beast may be the stranger who attacks me without reason
The beast may be the pneumonia that sickens me out of season
The beast may be the fog that causes me not to see
The beast may be driving the car that collides into me
The beast may be the bone that tells my throat to choke
The beast may be the cigarette that compels me to smoke
The beast may be the voices that says God doesn’t hear or see
So armor me Oh Lord, for the beast may just be in me
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