A man stands. Sword in hand.
The enemy swarms. Gloats. Delights in its approach.
Confronted with battle. Man swings. Fights. Contends with all his strength.
Struck. Taken. Stabbed by the others.
The enemy laughs. Mockingly.
All power, gone. Man destroyed fell. Pathetic. Useless. Like a rag to the floor.
Then…The One enters.
Lord over all. Enters the man after his fall.
Dead man. Rises to feet.
Enemy Trembles. fears. Flees.
The Mighty One. They knew him. Could not, would not contend.
The dead man stands.
And The Victorious One wins.
Dead to self. But alive in His Spirit.
