Short Poem

Genesis 1:26 lays the foundation of our existence. We behold His image. The devil was defeated and now tries to live through our image.

His demons are a bunch of no-bodies, trying to find somebody they can inhabit. Fallen spirits without a home. Vagabonds constantly on the roam. To and fro they go, looking, but never finding a place to call home. Worship is the devils ultimate goal and he’s on a mission to find lost souls.

So come home my friend. The enemy only wants to destroy the very image God created you in.