Until He Can't
Updated: Jan 30
Morning reflections on I Samuel 17
The Enemy holds his ground.
Morning by morning,
Night after night,
His tactics stay the same.
Words of DERISION—
of your hopeless situation,
Words of DISGRACE—
of your weakness, your failures.
Words of DEFIANCE—
against the Lord God Almighty.
The Enemy holds his ground.
Morning by morning,
Night after night,
He stands proudly,
He shouts loudly,
He despises and defies—
sneering, jeering, condemning.
Morning by morning,
Night after night,
He spews his hellish lies—
his fear-inducing,
dismay-producing,
paralyzing "truths."
Yes,
The Enemy holds his ground.
Until. . .
A servant, so bold—
one so fixed,
one so sure,
Stops him.
Until
You speak and declare,
You testify and proclaim.
Until
His presence and his deceptions
Crumble in destruction,
Collapse in defeat.
Until
Morning by morning,
Night after night,
You wield the deadliest weapon in your possession—
the TRUTHS of God's Declared Word,
Yes,
The Enemy holds his ground.
Until. . .
He can’t.
