I’ve wrestled with unclean spirits,
Hurdled over the obstacles of homelessness,
And shot by bullets from the mouth of a broken woman,
But I survived.
Unwanted and Unloved, at night, use to tug me in
Yet I slept comfortably like nights at the Comfort Inn.
Tormented by insecurities, but somehow I found security.
I endured many heartbreaks and broken arteries,
And bled into depression.
But I recovered through prayers and hymns.
Amen.
Stronger than I, was me.
I felt like Hercules.
Until I raged war against God Almighty.
There was a shift from sanity to insanity,
An adjustment to my ego. He humbled me.
For in His eyes, I am His son, not my own hero.
I tried to rewrite His timing and His will;
Refusing to surrender, He left me at standstill.
Choked by my own understanding,
I did not know that a fight against God would be this draining.
Boasting I yell “my reach is far.”
But when I boxed against God my arms were short.
Channeling Mike Tyson, I bite to quench,
But the Holy Spirit corrected my stench.
I rolled in sin spitefully, I am a mess again
But His love and His grace were consistent.
Painfully I lament, and in my lamentation I had to repent
Because Man vs God is a suicidal attempt.
Scripture Support:
Proverbs 16:9 “A man’s heart plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”
Job 5:17-18 “Blessed is the one whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty. For He wounds, but He also binds up; He injures but His hands also heal.”
Proverbs 3:11-12 “My son, do not despise the Lord’s discipline, and do not resent His rebuke, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, as a father the son He delights in.”
Wow love this poem reminds me of myself as teenaged boy wrestling wid God. I pray God increases ur skill wid words that your talent brings many to Jesus. Ur a wordsmith indeed.
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Thank you Owen for the prayer and feedback, definitely appreciate it. And yea same here, this was inspired by me wrestling with Him in my teen years, but clearly he won.
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