The devil is on me,

I can’t fight him off.

A jab to the stomach,

a blood-filled cough.

A left to the eye.

A right to the jaw.

I drop to my knees,

try to stand but I fall.

I’m losing this battle,

I’m nearing defeat.

I throw in the towel,

I give up I’m beat.

Then everything changes,

Satan stops in his tracks.

The moment I surrender,

Jesus picks up the slack.

Just waiting behind me,

watching me bleed.

Until I think of the cross

and remember I’m freed.

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