Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Street Fight
Left hooks and body shots
Punches thrown at my mind and body
Like I am in gang Fight
A lot of hit and runs
But still I rise; Like a victor
Walking down, Victims Street
The Longest narrowest Street
It just out of your control
Only had control of my thoughts
As the devil plays chess with your mind
U cannot go diagonal or across
Look Jesus did complain about his cross
It is best to go straight
Devil planned all the detours
He has more tricks than magicians
While your trying to build a steady foundation
The glass cracks from baseball bats
Sharp glass hits the floor
On floor which leads to door
I get the broom and dust pan
Cleaning the debris, so I could be free
Free to open the next door
As I pray for my mind to restore
Hunted, stalked by danger
No state trooper or park ranger
Just a Holy Spirit followed me
Running for my life
Held up, stop by a guy with a knife
Only safe in Street lights
Surrounded living with street fights
As darkest fall, as days become nights
Every day, day by day Evil comes,
The Lord says, "Walk this way"
As I gives me places to stay
Words to say, Impelled with faith
I cannot let my life go to waste
Walking in patience and not in haste
Knowing the glory is near
I walked without the fear
Victory stories I have shared
Blessing comes, I think someone cares
Through the battles create character
In joy and pain there is laughter
Torn, beaten fights, grew strong might
Knowledge experiences became power pieces
Yelling, it is a hard street
But I have won this street fight
God was in my eye sight.
Written by Aaron P. Royer
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