on wrestling
Apparently, we are in a wrestle Apparently we really wrestle Against not flesh and bloodied being which we can see But rather against principalities, spiritual wickedness seated in high places Apparently, we are in a wreslte One that can be unknown to us in our subconscious One that sometimes we push to the back, trying to forget, remove it from conscious One that no matter what, still remains Its a war, a constant war One that can be unknown to us in our subconscious Apparently, we are in a wrestle Apparently one won for us years ago A sacrifice by our Maker, yes a Son given up for us But sometimes my mind cannot comprehend Apparently, we are in a wrestle One that has been fought and won One that no matter how many times our enemy draws a line One that can never be fought with physical hands But whats even better: One that has been fought and won So when the enemy comes I'll lay up my ammunition which is the word of God I'll cast down arguments, and e