Cruel Intentions

     So daunting are the cruel intentions of Satan.
Carrying on a lifetime of torture yet strongly I stand
up for the truth.

     Unclear at certain moments but the wildness of
Jehovah's freedom inside of me, takes hold, clinging
to the right parts. I expand to the grand levels
of defense.

     Such a backlash towards Satan as my steps grow
firmer and even more so. The layers of dirt lifted,
cleared from my person. Ah a fresh breath extends
a loving hug deep within my lungs.

    Dare I laugh at the hating? Yes but only for a moment
for when I am the least Satan flings another attack
upon me.

    So here the weights of life place their wagers. I stand
holding, clinging to my Father, Jehovah for all my
strength. Leaning upon Jehovah for all the understanding.

    Shh. Listen to the whispering prayers exiting my
pale lips. Did you hear the words of hope, of love?

     Here. Come sit with me. Listen. Let us talk and
gain a firmer bond with our Father, Jehovah. Oh I
am giddy for the knowledge I get to have family
for eternity. Such wonders indeed.

    Hold me just for a few seconds. Feel my heartbeat.
Love me.

    The pressures of taunts has worn down. Joy
oozes from the soul. Now dear friend, it is up to you
to blend the right parts. So smile and be grateful of
the helping in a sibling with a bigger shield and armor.

   A hug of gratitude. A smile of joy. A kind hug for
sincerity.