Broken Pieces

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