Yoke In A Shell

In a prison of perfidy, they seek to confine me, Depriving me of oxygen, suffocating my liberty. Malevolent forces are dispatched to thwart my fate, Casting spells of darkness, bewitching my name with nefarious intent and hate. They endeavor to erect barriers, spiritual and real, To block my supplications, draining my strength, and making it hard to kneel. Obstacles are strategically placed, like landmines on my path, Their desire is to incinerate me, reducing my essence to naught but ashes and aftermath. But the enemy is ignorant of the Divine Warrior who fights for me, The One who executes justice, and brings deliverance to my destiny. Every scheme, every plot, every curse shall wither and fade, For the adversary shall be a spectacle of shame, a laughingstock, his plans dismayed. Yet, I know the secret of the Most High's unwavering might, He works on my behalf, a Redeemer, a Restorer of what's been taken in the night. Under the shelter of His wings, I find refuge and peace, A place of protection, where love and joy never cease. He reverses the curses, restores the years the locusts have eaten, And brings me out of darkness, into the marvelous light of His presence, where I'm seated. The enemy may plot,