The Victory of Defeat

Reposting another poem that was sent to one group only when I first signed up. 

Poem written after a period of anxiety and depression; too much responsibility and a bit of an identity crises. Praise God for "Working all things together for good" ... and ... XANAX !!

THE VICTORY OF DEFEAT

I'm battle worn and weary

But the battle is my own

I, myself, mine enemy

Demand to mount the throne.

I call for reinforcements

But which side made the call?

Which receives the answer?

Which side gives it's all?

Both of me is calling

Neither wants to die

And so I win the honor

With haughty battle cry

I ascend and clutch the crown

Yet sitting on that throne

I see my realm is empty

I'm forsaken and alone

And as I look across the land

I see a million thrones

Each manned by it's master

Each sitting there alone

But then my ear hears singing

I see men on their knees

Bowing crownless heads

To One who knows and sees

Their empty thrones forsaken

Their crowns laid at the feet

Of Christ in clouds enthroned

Above the Mercy Seat

I rise, I run toward Jesus

Bowing before His throne

I found myself alive in Christ

True joy in Him alone

                           glome 2007

Rev 4:10-11

10 the twenty-four elders will fall down before Him who sits on the throne, and will worship Him who lives forever and ever, and will cast their crowns before the throne, saying,

11 " Worthy are You, our Lord and our God, to receive glory and honor and power; for You created all things, and because of Your will they existed, and were created."  NASU