A poem in gratitude for our creator #18:

Thankfulness For the Amor of God
by Michael Romani

When I look into the mirror
It no longer takes a seer
To see that I am not the enemy
But am still staring back the adversary

Whispers says and I suppose its true
That there's a bit of the Devil in me and you
Thankful for the armor, I fight this fight
Turning my life around toward the light

He's a clever one, that evil one
Humbly I submit, the battle's just begun
Guarding hard against the darkness
Sometimes losing myself to the harshness

Gratefully keeping myself steadfast in prayer
Patiently keeping in mind that the Devil's still there
No longer feeling quite as remorsefully blinded
But, constantly I remain reminded

Not quite as stubborn as I was in my youth
I keep my heart humbly grounded in the truth
Looking into that mirror, I am thankful for God's grace
But, at least I can look myself in the face

The Devil prowls around like a roaring lion
But, my eyes remain focused on God's Zion
Having once trusted in false leaders filled with greed
I've matured enough to know that it's God that I need

Thankfully, no longer captive to the Devil's schemes
The truth has allowed me to follow better dreams
Step by step, I die to myself in this simplicity
It's the holy saving grace found in my humility

(c) November 18, 2019  Michael Romani
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