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 ever high thing exalting itself against the knowledge of God in me
Because the battle has been fought and won
I must not forget that IT IS DONE
There's no use giving in to losing this battle, when I have apparently already won.

Apparently we are in a wreslte, but the battle, my battles...are of the Lord.


Dew

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