Standing at the threshold between night and day I wait,

The storm increases its speed to make its stand,

You knew this was something I had to do, this is my fate,

This storm has been hunting me for years, over the sea and on the land,

No more running, this dawn I stand and fight,

The first wave hits of the storm, “You’re not ready for me yet,”

I raise my sword and reply, “You’re wrong, today is my life’s dawn of light,”

The next wave hits even harder, “You are weak, your strength already in debt,”

I firm my stance and raise my shield, “He is by my side, I have faith in Him, He is my strength,”

The storm booms with rage and yells, “I will strike you dead!”

I grimace and respond, “I wear the breastplate of righteousness, you will not pierce beneath,”

This storm trembled and made its final attack, “You are as condemned as your blood is red,”

I secured my helmet and said confidently, “Yes, but He has given me my freedom, my salvation,”

“Away with you, storm, and never return!” and with that the storm left, beaten, victory is mine thanks be to God.

If you liked this poem, check out Ephesians 6:10-18.