The Devil kept controling me
My mind , my body , my thoughts
Everything
The lies he told me
Seemed like the truth
The moments I felt like crying,
I wanted to die
His words made me want to give up
There was only one hope left:
The Cross
God wanted me to reach it ,
To grab it , and hold it.
I kept blocking out the Devil's words.
"Just a little further."
This war is about to end.
I'll have the upper hand.
"I won't let you control me anymore!"
I grab the Cross and start to cry.
I felt like I accomplished something.
It felt like I finally found out who I was.
The Devil disappeared saying this:
"You will never be saved."
I answered back , "That's nothing but a lie."
And that was my War for the Cross.