Lost and found (deception of defeat)

Alone, I often overestimate my might,

Believing myself stronger than the enemy’s sight. How blind of me to claim wisdom over the foe,Foolish to think I match his cunning blow.Cocky indeed, to think my tales surpass,The Father of Lies, whose deceit outlasts.A jest it is, to deem myself fully aware,Dishonest to believe I alone can avoid despair. Do I dare believe I’m immune to fate’s call,the weakest soldier of the enemy’s thrall, I’m Defeated by the smallest foe, unseen,Hope elusive, like shadows in between. Do I, in arrogance, shun death’s decree,As the tiniest enemy’s overpowers me?Defeated by microscopic foes unseen,

Hope fades like mist in a relentless stream. I thank the Lord for His strength so grand,

His grace, like a river, forever spans.

His wisdom, a gift, from eternity’s sea,

In His love, I find peace and glee. I praise God for His strength, mighty and true,

For His grace, which sees me through.

His wisdom, a gift He graciously imparts,

In His hands, victory already starts. World whispers lies beginning to shout, peace becoming hard to seek out , but truth God speaks,For the enemy’s power grows ever weak.Yet his final charade, to steal me away,In His steadfast love, I find my stay. I’m grateful the enemy’s power’s confined,

No creation his schemes can bind.

But my God, in His might, creates all,

From redemption’s embrace to the world’s sprawl. Jesus freed me from the enemy’s snare,Grateful I am, for His constant care.

This battle, not mine, I’m thankful to say,

Through Jesus, victory leads my way. No rivals has He, the King of Kings,

Lord of Lords, His glory sings.

The enemy fades in His radiant light,

Yet in my weakness, I find His might. The devil may claim me, weakest of all,

But Jesus’ love, my soul does call.

He’ll never let go, His grip is strong,

In His embrace, I forever belong.

Ben Simon

3/16/24