Spiritual Battle
My battles are not won
through soldiers.
I, rather, battle what
cannot be seen.
The war is ugly, brutal.
Thankfully, I am only a spectator.
He fights for me.
Not a physical soldier,
as you might imagine.
Instead, a spiritual soldier,
given by grace.
You cannot beat Him,
nor could I.
Why would I even want to try?
This poem is about:
Me