A steady, slow progression
Has tried to find an entry
Desiring possession
Removing every sentry
That guards the self immunity
The heart and mind and soul
Ushering in disunity
While digging a deep hole
I can feel it creeping in
Like a low hanging cloud
Trying to blur my vision
Or gain entry where allowed
A headache tried to manifest
But it did not succeed
In making its request
To plant an evil seed
I’m watching with great interest
Its slithering under the moon
Searching for an egress
While singing out of tune
It hates it when I pray
And rebuke in Yeshua’s name
I see its grip begin to fray
As He won’t play its game
I asked my King what I should do
For He knows everything
As I can take some time to rest
And even quarantine
I’ve been with kids whose noses ran
While coughing up a storm
But the hand of G-d is stronger than
A viral honking horn
Some put their faith in chariots
Or horses and their power
But every door that my G-d shuts
Is sealed up like a tower
That only with permission
Can this bug survive
So I’ll wait to see what G-d will do
For my Redeemer’s alive!