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The Fight
Every day it seems like I'm dealing with this devil in my head.
Every day it feels like I'm taking hits again and again.
My hands are up, but it doesn't matter.
The devil's coming, and I have what he's after.
BOOM!
A surprise right came from out of nowhere.
Thought I was winning this fight, but I'm not even there.
Again and again the fists hit hard.
To the ground I go as he yells out "This is my yard!"
1...2...3...
I've been here just laying on the mat.
No strength left in me, no idea where I'm at.
The devil looks down as he taunts me from the corner.
He says "Told you not to fight me boy! I warned you!"
4...5...6...
I start thinking about giving up.
What's the point of fighting the battle if I get no love?
Then a voice whispers from a scream out loud.
"You are Mine!" Yells the voice from just beyond the clouds.
7...8...9...
"I never win, Lord. I can't do this anymore."
A tear falls down... "Knock, and I will open the door."
Suddenly my eyes open and my breath draws in.
I get back up without the weight of my sin.
BOOM!!
The devil hits me over and over again.
I breathe, and my arms shake as I look up at him.
"You are NOT gonna do this to me! You don't rule my life!"
I throw off his chains "You can't win tonight!"
BOOM!!!!!!
A boot in the face shuts his mouth.
Now the devil sees what I'm all about.
Reborn again in front of his eyes.
The armor of God proctecting from his lies.
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..
And then it was ten.
The devil knocked out. Don't come back again!
Beat me down, yeah, you might,
but in the end, with Christ, I'll win the fight!
I like the theme of using
I like the theme of using boxing to pace this internal fight. More than a few boxers, in the literal fight, seek to use it therapuetically to deal with personal struggle. So there's a strong metaphorical connect here.
Little bit of boxing and
Little bit of boxing and professional wrestling to lol. That's kind of what i was going for. Glad it came across well. Ty!
It did - you're welcome!
It did - you're welcome!