Rough Days

The past two weeks have seemed like one thing after another literally happens everyday that confuses, bewilders or frustrates me but I am so thankful that the Lord always wins. This is a poem I wrote to Satan the other day. He maybe able to temporarily keep me down but in the end the Lord always wins. The title is The Lord Wins

The Lord Wins

My heart drops, drops, drops

Waiting for this pain

Hope it stops, stops, stops

But devil you prowl

Making my heart howl

But you won't win

My Saviors winds spin

Protecting me

You, wanting me to doubt

This pain how can it be?

But from the cross His blood did spout

And it covers me

So stab me

You are really stabbing Him

Try to drag me

The gravel digging in

Dust in my eyes

The Jobs' you despise

The world within

My prayers you cannot stop

His will you cannot block

The wall caves

His blood saves

My pain doesn't equate to what He gave

You think trials hinder

But really they end in His splendor

His Word reminds me

He wins

He wins!