Battlefield

A war rages incessantly around me,
A war between good and evil,
Angels and demons.

The battle takes place inside my mind,
In the seat of my will.
It is here that I am most vulnerable, so it is there that the Devil chooses to attack me.

He hurls temptations at me from every angle,
Instincts to shoot flaming arrows at my loved ones,
And utterly destroy all who oppose me.
Satan watches, waiting to see if I will take the bait
His red, hooded eyes winking confidently at me in anticipation of victory.

Beside me stands a lone Figure,
Calmly watching to see how I will respond,
Taking note of my thoughts, my emotions, and my heartfelt appeals for help.
His unmistakable purity challenges me to do what is BEST, not what is EASIEST.
It is difficult to conduct myself at a high level when my basest desires scream at me to be fulfilled,
Yet His Strength overrides my weakness in my moment of decision.

Our victory is Satan's defeat,
Each act of kindness leading toward spiritual regeneration.

A spiritual war is nothing but a series of smaller battles,
Each with its own decision to be made.
Victory in battle comes by refusing to hurt the ones around us, for THEY are not our enemies.
Our Satanic adversaries, impervious to earthly weapons, are vulnerable only to the power of prayer.
I am ready for WAR, and it is on my knees that I will stand my ground against the forces of darkness.
Who will join me in battle?