The Sun Speaks His Victory

A poem of victory and promise.

Today the sun speaks of His victory.

The rain plummets down,

Never-ending.

Day after day,

Month after month.

It mirrors the chaos and sorrow,

That I feel deep inside.

It mirrors the disorder of my life,

And the destruction all around.

But today the sun shines brightly,

Without the cover of cloud.

As I look towards the Heavens,

I see the prophetic radiate through.

I am reminded of His promise -

Of restoration and restored riches.

I am reminded that He is good,

And that His plan never fails.

I am reminded that there is hope –

When I look towards Him.

I am reminded that never again,

Will there be sorrow and suffering.

Never again, will there be pain or loss.

I am assured that He is working,

Working for my good.

I am assured that He has won,

And trampled my enemies beneath His feet.

In the prophetic I now see,

It is over, it is finished.

He has won the victory.

Today, I know that there is victory.

Today, I know that there is victory in Him.