Conflict

There are days I feel a fraud,
Like a pervious Christian facade,
I kneel in prayer to ask relief
from this mirror image flawed.

Evil angels have dominion here,
To this world they tightly cling,
Their prying claws infect my soul,
Beguiling songs they sing.

But I hear the words of Jesus,
His voice of inspiring grace,
I feel His hands wipe my tears
and cleanse my heart’s disgrace.

I have faith in His promise
and the symbol on my head,
A cross that marks me as His own
and shouts my sin is dead.