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This is his favourite game, nefarious indeed,

To wreak turmoil upon those who seek peace,

Upset the  good-hearted, frustrate their plans,

To their troubles and fears, give no release.

 

The enemy’s plans are evident to us all,

Their victims seem cursed, vexed with pain,

Experiencing such hardship, two outcomes arise,

Become angry and bitter, or a higher life attain.

 

At the end of the day, it’s all about eternity,

Where will we spend it? In heaven or hell?

The enemy wants us to curse God and die,

Yet resilience rises, a future to tell.

 

To find the strength and resources to survive,

Call upon God in the depths of distress,

And rise to be more than our trouble and pain,

For we’re called to a destiny, one not to miss.

 

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