Spiritual Warfare

I bear the scars from battles I have fought;
My knees at times have failed while pressing on.
My will to fight for life had waned to naught;
I felt I lacked the strength to see the dawn.
The fallen one proclaims that I have lost
And laughs at all the errors I have made.
He jeers that I should cede, for I've been tossed,
And no one comes to me to offer aid.
But I recall the mercy God has shown
When I have failed to guard my gated door.
I know that in this war I'm not alone,
And so I wield the sword as angels soar.
 The love that God has shown has led the way.
 I'll fight until the end—a vow I'll pay.