It is our Creator's desire that we love our enemies, those that would
harm us,
Who want to hinder our lives, to humiliate and even in their hearts, kill
us.
As I contemplate loving the contemptible, the soulless wicked, I pause
And meditate, looking for the peace, which comes from facing my adversary in
love.
And finally I see it, for the first time I know how to fuse love for the
haters by the wayside.
I love, to stand in full armor, the sword of Truth sharpened, moving swiftly
from it's sheath.
I love to see it glistening as it reflects the Son, who radiates the glory
of His Father.
I love, to see the hard glare of my adversary soften to fear, as he sees the
once invisible valiant behind me!
I love to attack the foe, who out numbers me carnally, deflecting their
blows with shields of faith.
I love seeing the balance of good and evil calibrate to light, with each
wicked that is removed.
I love witnessing tangible acts that I am not alone and that I am empowered
to face...evil...down.
I love my enemy only one way...under my feet and in that way...I love them
abundant!
The End
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