Too many days of darkness and despair, yet you keep whispering words of hope reminding me you are there. Too many nights of crying and praying with so little sleep, I feel you gently wiping my tears as I silently weep. The enemy raging, my home, my health at risk; Spiritual warfare is needed, can't quit, I must persist. As I continue to pray he tries to rage and resist, but he quivers and weakens as God's words leave my lips. Pat Parker
