I am always under attack
By demons or evil spirits
Whatever you want to call them
They are allowed to inflict pain
For years on end and it gets old
Invisible but exhausting and painful
Just when I think I would collapse
I recover and stand tall amidst the fire
But sometimes when it is unbearable
That the soothing sound of your voice
Takes a stand against the pain
Brought tears to my eyes out of joy
Yanking at God’s heartstrings
Learning what it’s all about
Living the life of a living miracle
Little do you know
Wish you would show
What I seek must be
When what I do is more of a dance
With life and love
Sweet sweet love I seek
But sometimes I wonder out of awe
What you really think of me
After I poured out my heart’s desires
And in response this is what I received: