The Enemy Within

What is this evil force men speak of?
One who deems to rule the world?
Where is his horns and jagged tail?

Is there really such a force that dwells within space
Or is it just within us? Do we embrace it
And then throw it away when we are done

As long as we invite it in it shall always be
So who is to say that it doesn’t exist within us
Lurking for an opportunity to pounce on

An emotion or feeling only to increase
In power bringing along others for
The treat, 7 more and 7 more and 7 more

Every time it returns within scores
Yet we continue to be unaware of the enemy
Within us that is raging war on our souls

Yet we live as dead spiritual beings
As the enemy takes control of our
Mind, body and soul

Truly the war is inevitable but it can be won
First you must acknowledge that you
Are not alone & not the only one

Who struggles with these types of dealings
Now that you have been warned take precaution
Guard you mind, heart and soul

Let no one take control
When the enemy strikes within and it will
Hold your ground and remain strong

Allow JAH’s spirit to guide you to
Safe and higher ground, in this life
You will face adversity

But do know that the enemy within is already
Defeated and the conqueror lives within you
The enemy within does not rule you

Free yourself of evil
And the residue will no longer linger
Shalom

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To Be A Tree

I often times wonder what it is like to be a tree
To sprout from a seed and bask within the sunlight
To suck in the nutrients of nearby lakes and streams

Spreading my roots to solid ground digging deep
Deep beyond where the eye can see
Hugging the rocks within my path

Stretching my branches so that every limb is free
So free that every leaf can blow in the wind
No matter what comes my way

I bend but don’t break because like
A tree planted by waters I shall not move
My leaves turn colors and shed with the season

I learn to bear much fruit
Yet the life of a tree is lonely
One in a million within a forest

To be sought after and taken for granted
The very oxygen that I generate has now been sifted
No longer am I sight for beauty

Just a stump to be had yet I reach deep within
And dig down, only to come up again
Sprouting more trunk, new branches and leaves

Why? Because I am a tree and no matter what
That is my mission and purpose for being
The life journey continues not death

But life eternally for the giver of life
Continues to give unto me freely
To be a tree


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