Battles Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

Am astonished, by the writings in the books of James, John and Ephisians; that endorses us, the Christians as victors, yet we play the victim, like the girl who lives stressing to fit into her friends' way of parties and clubs like hands on a small pair of gloves, or the boy whose a prisoner in his own house and now the percepiant of the tears that roll down his mothers' cheeks at the hands of an abusive spouse, so he embarks on a quest in search of peace but there is not any sign of a Dove.

Excuse the preamble, but like those two divergent examples, we live our lives in concealment like the haystack that covers the needle but never will you hide, from the maker of the bionic eye of an eagle.
Its ironic how the field of battle adores the victor neglecting the fact that they are nothing without the villian, likewise, our prison of plight lacks reason to define us because by grace we are designed to conquer in all seasons.

See, Like the slingshot that killed the heavyweight in davids error, I will not be afraid of the terror of my quandary, neither will I surrender to to its hostility and because of my proximity in Christ, i feature a superior authority over any negativity.

So let it be known that through these battles, I will remain tranquile at the parade of the frontline and not hide in my shadows.
Let it be known that through these battles, I am not forsaken beacuse like Zion, I will not be shaken.
Let it be known that through these battles, my friends will scatter but the author of my story will open a new chapter.
Let it be known that through these battles, a state of my enemies may come as a spate but He will raise a standard.
Let it be known that through these battles, I will remain favoured, because he is the same yesterday, today and forever.
Let it be known that through these battles, I will be signing, because He knows the end right from the beginning.
Let it be known that through these battles, I will look upto him and not what my cognition calculates or what my eyes can see; on his discernment, I
will lean and on the cross, He took my blunders and all my battles with him.