We can’t see him but we know he’s there
the devil by name we do see,
we swear.
He comes to steal, kill, and destroy
he plays with our minds like its some kind of toy.
We cry out for God the creator of man kind
He is the one who can save us as the Bible defined.
God comes bigger than life to crush
the devil and his strife.
He only brings two sticks
and gives the ole devils head a few swift kicks.
You hear the devil scream out loud
and stand before God with head bowed!
He knows he’s been defeated
and Gods mission has been completed.
God's Grace 
Very aptly timed poem.
This is very personal and heartfelt.
It is very personal, this is sometimes the only place I can pour out my heart without judgement and criticism. Thank you Katie for your kind words.
I chuckled at the image of the devil getting swift kicks to the head. That will be a glorious day 🙂
Oh yes it will! I kick him in the head all the time. He tries every day to bring me down and remind me of my past. I just laugh and remind him of his future 🙂