The Gates Of My Day Poem by Obed dela Cruz

I, with God’s help
Possess the gates of my day.
No longer shall the bad self
Make me its clay.

Evil has no triumph over my soul.
I, my family, pets, and loved ones
Are all healed and whole.
We are all protected by the Blood of God’s Son.

The gates of my day
Shall never be a possession of evil.

Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz

(September 7,2009; Marikina City)

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