Having nowhere to go keeping quiet as the trees who are dying. Calling out a cry in desperate pain. Not my will but Your will be done. Seeing the Past snapping at my heels behind me. Paying it no mind while mercy keeps me at reach.
Demons snare about trying to block the path.
And Satan tries luring me with Deception in Your truth. Lifting my head just enough I whisper prayers but speak in tongues in the Spirit of God. So desperate enough I can hear them loudly with utterance to make it through. Surrounding me more evil grows closer that my body shakes. The wicked taunts are like mean little children.