Spiritual War

I started as a warrior in heaven before birth
 
Unaware of the battle between the spirits on Earth
 
Contrary to one another
 
Contrary to my own
 
The battle lines were drawn and the differences were shown
 
As I began striving for excellence, I made enemies content with mediocrity
 
Being diligent, I made enemies content with laziness
 
Looking for unity I made enemies working to divide
 
Finding joy I made enemies lost in misery…
 
Let me stop here for a moment for I am not a teacher, preacher or high paid speaker.
 
I’m just a story teller, telling you of when I was weaker, and how the game goes deeper
 
My personal war was first declared by a compliment
 
Which spoke on the rigid nature of my vertical spine
 
How I held my shoulders back and chin high by divine design
 
I didn’t know that compliments rooted in envy are declarations of war
 
Listen close, for the humble, this may cause some confusion
 
A compliment rooted in envy is a declaration of war
 
Imminent like evolution, life struggles and revolution
 
For example; “Must be nice”
 
Words like these leave a coward’s tongue for spite
 
A demon masquerading as an angel of light
 
The energy didn’t feel right
 
So I moved on
 
I felt the darkness
 
So I pressed on
I continued to walk with excellence deep inside the souls of my tattered shoes
 
Stumbling across the uneven bumps spread over mediocre floors.
 
As I refused to fall or lose I made enemies that resembled family members
 
Y’all don’t hear me, so I will repeat it clearly.
 
As I refused to fall or lose I made enemies that resembled family members
 
I never realized that I was like a dead man walking
 
Marked for simply for providing a spark
 
Marked for being courageous at heart
 
Marked for having the Lord’s conformation
 
To eyes who need bare witness to the Lord’s good grace
 
This grace just makes the devil more insistent
 
This grace just makes his legions more persistent
 
I found out the hard way, by minds that were narrow
 
One day I was shot with betrayel’s flaming arrow.
 
It entered my back and pierced my heart
 
I can still taste the poison of a bold face lie that remains in my bloodstream
 
It would have been easy for me to lie down and die
 
Asking over and over, “Oh why God, why?”
 
But as I tended my wounds and wrapped them in dressings
 
I looked around and realized that I still had my blessings
 
My spiritual armor became stronger and their hate lasted longer
 
Forgive them father, for they do not know what they do
 
I would be just like them if I held on to my anger
 
So to my enemies I say “I forgive you too”