Sing My Victory Song

© Musue N. Haddad

Did tell you ‘Medianites,’
I’d leave, abandon,
My hiding place;
That time has come;
I’ve left the hiding place;
Armored with His courage,
Here I stand;
In full glare,
Hence, you will listen,
I say it with His faith,
“Enough is enough;”
In Polish, it's emphasized;
“Jest wystarczająco gnough,”
The French says, c'est assez,
And Swahili, it is "inatosha,"
So listen ‘Medianites;’
You can’t intimidate me;
So, you better run, hide,
Or reckon with Him in me,
Know, I’m here to stay,
To enforce and celebrate,
His endless Victory for me,
You've always known,
I may be "barley bread,”
Known also as ‘queso de soja,’
Or simply as "korn bröd,"
Sometimes viewed as worn thread,
To your power of darkness,
But you’ve known no rest;
Always breathless, abscessed;
Mindful of my strength,
And your catastrophic defeat,
It’s my season Medianites;
Watch his rippling approval,
My new beautiful start,
Puts a song in my heart,
My greatest comfort,
You, a resolute pervert
His limitless favor, wholesome grace,
Wash my doubts, fears, tears,
Enduring love and sacrifice,
Take control of your powers,
And fans the flames of his influence,
His mighty presence and grace,
A chorus, always in my heart,
Fires up my year of Victory,
So, I raise my voice,
Blow my trumpet,
Sing my Victory song
Ha, ha, ha,
My Supernatural Victory!

This poem was drafted while listening to my Bishop sermon on Gideon, and the need to claim, and embrace our Supernatural Victory.

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad