Foe

Something wasn't right,
I felt a fight.
She was in my sight.
I prayed, not tonight.
A smiling demon in heels.
Always making deals.

She didn't love anyone--
made people run.
Whatever she wanted, she got.
Used shame, to win fame.

No one wanted to be called out,
no one wanted to hear her shout.
They were protective of their clout.

But I wasn't afraid, and could care less
about her mess--was familiar with this test.
In God's presence, she started to confess...
had issues, that required tissues.

Little did she know,
she had made God her foe.
He was tired of her talk,
he was ready to make her walk.

I prayed for things to change,
I prayed her life would rearrange.

One day it was time for me to go,
the seed was left, it had to grow.

Nicholl McGuire