Footprint on the Foe

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There is a nail-scarred footprint on the back of Satan's neck

Although for a time and here for now, he will make your life a wreck

But take great heart, for the Christian as Paul eagerly foretold

His grace is sufficient for us, and in weakness we are bold

 

After our conversion, we’re challenged to forsake and to wean

To turn our back on the world and pursue daily cleaning

To take captive every thought, but not as a pompous scholar

But to humble ourselves and to uplift his mighty honor 

 

If we only read and try to apply it as a mindful thinker

We cease to change the world and are prone to pointing fingers

Graves are filled with dead corpses that never met perfection

Maturity was lost, and growth stunted for His great affection

 

What pleasures got in our way? What pride of one's life?

Hindered the fullness of the fruit with no thought of the afterlife

He who started a transforming work in us won't stop or delay

Can a verse in a poem be comfort if we are bent to keep astray?

 

The battle is always present deep where the spirit dwells

Fatigued, we fight all day to claim victory over ourselves

Labors and mercies feverishly offered, poured out, and spent 

To what end will we decay before we accept why he was sent?

 

Known is the walk that is stony and climbs all uphill 

Leaning forward in the fight is His divine will

No discipline at the time seems pleasant to enjoy

But maybe he established a lesson, and it should be employed

 

Warriors hate to admit defeat and to admit we are weak

Affliction molds our hearts; that is his loving technique 

God is quite clear that he will abolish our ego and our pride

Whenever we are haughty, He turns his face aside

 

He came to show the way and to flip us upside down

There is a lot of discerning from under that thorny crown 

Denying all of ourselves and following the honored king

Dying in our own way, we must perform spiritual hygiene

by: Brian Zeringue