Everyday lived in fear
Is a day lost…
Lost to care of what may or may not be
A match of endless knots in the plain
Invented by the devil
Funded by the host of darkness
The referee, a master of lies
The ball – arrows of thoughts shot at the fertile field of the saints’ hearts
The goal, to rob us of our faith
To distract us from winning our race
To shift our focus from our Captain
To steal our strength and might
To weary us in discouragement
To put us in despair
To take away our confidence
To sow his seeds of doubt!

But we refuse to play the devil’s game.
We turnaway from his perilous field that enslaves
Deaf to a constant blow of his whistles
Each day, we choose the upper road to God
The highway of righteousness…
Trailed and known to sons of God
Narrow but built for God’s children
Rough but leading to life
Stony, full of obstacles but promising…
We may not know what to expect
But we follow the way anyways
Trusting Him who promised us an expected end.

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
©2026