Confusion on the Threshold of Victory

Doubt and fear assail the soul,
‘There is no God,’ the battle cry;
You shake in terror, nearly fall,
Forlorn, nearly swallow the lie.

‘Where is this Lord,’ they scream,
These voices inside your head;
‘It’s all a lie, a weak man’s dream;
Why trust what a stranger said?
What rubbish and just a crutch,
Be done with it and finally free!’

Comes now the whisper touch,
The gentle hand no eye can see;
‘Will Love be lost, Hope be gone,
And your Faith without a fight,
With the victory already won,
And Light has swallowed night?’

Note: First published in 2014 in Stumbling Along the Road of Redemption, by Jonathan Noble


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