Catholic on purpose

little moments full of grace

Spiritual Battle

He attacks my heart
Sends doubts raging
Through the fires of my soul
Pointing to my weaknesses
Extinguishing virtues I’d rather extol

My brokenness
His friend
Taking the shattered pieces
Scattering them
With no hope they’ll mend

My mind is
His bullseye
He shoots arrows
At my heart
Laughing as I fall apart

A spiritual battle
I feel that I’m losing
But he is not strong enough
To defeat the Love
That I am choosing

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