I have two devils on my shoulders
One who tells me what I can’t do
The other tells me why not
No space for angles or saving grace to save me from myself
The devils take up all the space
I have two devils on my shoulders
One who tells me what I can’t do
The other tells me why not
There is a time when I thought I’d pushed them off
Flicked them into an abyss
But one came back at told me that they just went for a walk
And as he was helping the other back up
Told me they wanted me to get strong so they could tear me down again
As the other finished climbing on the other shoulder
He told me how they’d do it
They took all the success I had made and told me it wasn’t mine
One told me I didn’t do it
The other told me why
Instead of believing it was God who did it for me, I began to believe that he did it for someone else.
Somehow my small victories seemed like worn and withered trophies on the back of the shelf
One laughed and told me I’d never amount to anything
The other told me why
I tried to shed pounds for vanity’s sake, for health’s sake, to like myself
I never looked any different to me
I’d step out the shower and immediately close my eyes and grab for the towel
I don’t want to see me…I want to keep the vision of me constant…in perpetuity until it becomes reality
But I have these two devils on my shoulder
One pries my eyes open while the other tells me dreadful things
Tells me how I’ll never be any different
The other tells me why not
One day I got tired of their incessant chatter and just yelled aloud!
They seemed frightened and cowered down
See, no one can see these two devils or hear them but me
So when I spoke aloud they were frightened you see
They didn’t expect me to speak against their negativity
Every time these two devils would speak, I would say something that would make them grow weak
At one point they tried to convince me that I could never be rid of them even if they were small…because I was born with them and they’d grow once I would again begin to fall
But I realized they were liars and full of hate
They could no longer look down on me or, in the mirror, misconstrue my face
I realized there is life and death in the power of my tongue
I realized my power and I gave them none
The more encouraging I became the more they were ashamed
One ate the other to gain more strength
He became more vicious because he had double devil inside of him
But I was less weak because one shoulder was free
I now only had one devil on the side of me
With the weight lifted off of my body
I went to the alter and had a eulogy
I raised that hand in praise because it no longer bothered me
I place my former devil to rest and told him I’d miss him not…the other wasn’t dead yet but I showed him his burial plot
At the alter I gathered an angel…I had space to spare
I needed some encouragement to help me up there
The funny thing is, people could see my angel
And they encouraged me so
And when my devil started speaking, somehow someone would know
They’d say a prayer or give me the opportunity to speak
With all of this faith and love my devil grew weak
I went to the alter again
Not too long after the first time
I laid my last devil to rest
I picked up another angel friend of mine
She told me that she had been waiting a while but would never leave
For my Father had sent her to encourage me
I have two angels on my shoulders
One who tells me what I am
The other tells me why
I have no space for devils
I’m floating too high
No longer weighed down with negativity
The angels are taking me higher than I ever could see
I have two angels on my shoulders
One calls me blessed
The other calls me a sovereign queen