God's mercy
the attack that happened yesterday.
This morning, it soon resumed,
before I had my coffee.
That's pretty freaking early.
I tried an approach which helped.
Demons are messengers;
angel means 'messenger.'
If the angel is good,
it only reports the truth,
and then it goes away.
If the angel is bad,
it stays and stays and stays,
feeding you half-truths and lies.
My approach:
tell on the messenger.
The demon would speak it's message,
and I would relay it to Mary.
I have a Marian shrine
with magnets on my fridge.
So I would 'speak' to the fridge.
Any word from the demon
was reported straight to Mary
no matter how sick it was.
Get that venom out!
Don't hold that poison inside.
No matter how evil the message,
I transferred the burden to her.
It works. I told on the demon,
and Mary heard it all.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Undeterred, they continued
while I attended the Mass.
It's cheap - you try to stay open
to receive the grace of God
while they continue to bite you,
filling your mind with their poison.
(You have to hate yourself
to get through these attacks.
Let 'em beat you up.
You'll feel better soon.
God will give you His grace
and heal the damage done.
Be patient and hate yourself
until the battle's won.)
I patiently took the beating
and God, indeed, arrived.
The prayers were heard, grace received,
and then, on with the day.
I'll tell you - I'm a sinner.
There's nothing holy in me.
The holiness is God's
who shares His love with me.
I just profit from that
because I know one thing:
the sinner is always entitled
to the mercy of God.
The sinner is more entitled
than anybody else.
Otherwise, why have mercy?
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