Depression; oppression; play by the rules?
He doesn't...or at least the ones you may know.
Any little trigger for any little reason; flashpoint.
Where did down come from and why me? Why now?
He's afraid his time is running out...and it is!
Logic flies; Truth dies or at least disregarded.
You belong to the serpent; his lies are mostly true; mostly.
You cannot fight in your own strength; your gifts are useless,
Against a foe, who's traveled this road so many times before.
You must hide and let Someone ELSE wage battle for you.
Crawling inside a place of safety; the only true impenetrable fortress; God.
The rain comes down, leaking into your dwelling, slowly dripping;
So does the pain; the fear; the desperate longing for salvation.
You can't fight the enemy in your own strength; prayerfully plead;
Hold on and fight on your knees; take the battle to a higher court;
One where the judge is decidedly for you. Change the venue...to the throne!