I
am weakened by his blow.
But I'm not going to give in.
I stand upright,
I cut him,
And I strike him.
He screams in pain and retreats.
Coward.
But
not for long do I have to wait.
He will come again to strike.
I have to be ready,
I have to wait,
So I can fight him.
And try to overcome him.
A
battle I will fight,
For the rest of my earthly life.
But,
It will be worth it.
Even if he kills me,
I won't really be dead.
For
Jesus will rise me,
And I will live with Him instead.
Where there is no more fighting.
No more struggle.
And, that is something,
Worth fighting for.