by Emmanuel G G Yamba

Life surfaces like a battle
I’m in a ring against evil
But my fist refuses to fix,
Twist and turn.
Are arrows from all angles
Trying to pierce my soul

My mind is a war front
The devil creeps in like cancer
Wants to make me captive to iniquity 
Being in a jumble
The fear of failure grew mature
And it gave birth to self critic

Here and there
Attacks swing me to and fro
Then my face was pulled up 
To the rock higher than I
And heard a smooth voice say,
I’m more than a conqueror 

Then he trains my hands for war 
And my fingers to fight the battalion
When foes rain like flood
His spirit will raise up a standard 
I must prevail in every warfare 
Because greater is He in me

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Emmanuel G G Yamba is an emerging Christian poet and also an undergraduate student at the University Of Liberia.