By Dr Marilyn Bouniu
Life is as a bed
Of thorns
Laced with pretty red
Roses
The enemy comes
With his horns
To destroy and harm
Those reborn
He lurks around
Prowling to find
Any sound
Any cry
But the reborn
Remain still in Christ
Holding on strong
To His Word and Light
Victory is found
In Christ
The enemy runs
In fright
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