Poem: The Victor's Profile

Deliver me, O Lord, from my adversaries
I am beseiged from all sides
The armies loom beyond my vision's periphery
Thunderous in voice, dotted as black sand

Fear and Pain, they mock me
They threaten hurt to those I love
Temptaion, he scorns me
He, the image of my inner being

They laugh and rankle
I despise their candour
Yet eyes ever vigilant
Beneath their sneering facade

They are like the hyean pack
Waiting to swarm me
They peer ceaselessly for a crack
To bring the wall down to dust

I am bound in the inner city
Pressed to the last stand
Then I survey my ravaged forces
-- There is only one man

I throw my face despairingly floorwards
And wail my torn heart dry
Then through hopelessness
Struck me this: Only one Man

All I own now, my empire crumbled
Is but what the Lord desires
Not armies, fortresses, nor strategies
That the Lord needs for my victory
--Just knees on the ground
--And my will on the altar

Now I know who he is
Who stands tall despite the siege
Who never falls, except into God's bosom
Who never wavers in victory's promise

This is his profile; the Victor's profile:
-- A broken will and contrite heart
-- Numb legs
-- Bleeding knees

--> Location unknown, 20th August 2001

2 Kings 19: 32 “Therefore thus says the LORD concerning the king of Assyria:

‘He shall not come into this city,
Nor shoot an arrow there,
Nor come before it with shield,
Nor build a siege mound against it.

33 By the way that he came,
By the same shall he return;
And he shall not come into this city,’
Says the LORD.

34 ‘For I will defend this city, to save it
For My own sake and for My servant David’s sake.’”