Unnamed Poem -- The Battle

The enemy stood on yonder hill;

With anger old my heart did fill.

I in battles long had fought;

What more to life – was this my lot?

I won, I lost, I fought again,

I felt weighed down by all my sins.

My heart had broken long ago,

As I stumbled mid Satan’s throes.

I knew the battle I could not win

For I too long had dwelled in sin.

All my works could not help me,

And from the fight then I did flee.

“O, My daughter, come,” I heard Him call,

“But, my Father, I know I’ll fall!”

I looked towards heav’n and I cried

To One Who once for me had died.

He took my hand and said, “Let us fight,

And we’ll win, daughter of the light.”

And so we turned to the war;

I had new strength, unlike before.

The battle raged; I wounded stood

Beside the Master, filled with good.

And as we fought I knew we’d won,

And, filled with joy, I praised the Son.

“Fight all your battles now with Me,”

The King said, “And you’ll soon see,

That I win every battle-fight.

Vict’ry is Mine, daughter of the light.”

July 3rd, 2016