My Season of Torment

                 (True Story)
They entered as a polite ghost,
Leaving handprints on the mirrors and windows.
Objects in the house were beginning to move.
I thought I was going crazy.

In the dead of night, the sounds would begin;
The banging, thumping and tapping on walls.
It would always start at 3 a.m.
The haunting hour I called it.

If that wasn't bad enough,
In came the physical attacks.
Pulling of my hair and scratches on my body.
It was a daily event for two years following.

Depression and fear were the songs I sang.
I wished the Lord would intervene.
Why I didn't give up was my faith.
I knew God had a plan.

I learned how to fight.
I became a warrior against the enemy.
Name of Jesus was my coat of armor.
Victory came when fear no longer ruled my life.