It’s not personal.

The enemy doesn’t hate you.

He hates what you could become,

Who you dream you’ll be.

Cause, eventho he can’t tell the future,

He isn’t stupid.

He’s knows the face-melting power of the Father,

what He inflicts and inspires in His creation.

The enemy knows the next big wave can rise from anywhere-

a tiny island in the north Atlantic,

maybe a shabby trailer park in Arkansas or an orphanage in Taiwan.

Everywhere he looks, he sees misery and doesn’t take for granted what we can become.

Not after being burned by that small village on the butt side of Judea.