
My mind is a raging fire, I'm convicted in my heart,
I long to be a Christian Lord, but know not where to start.
I hear my Savior knocking, He's standing at the door,
And all the earthly, worldly things aren't important anymore!
I make the great decision, I fall down on my knees,
And ask my Lord to save me, enter my heart I plead.
And I know that at that moment, my sin is cast away,
I'm now a newborn child, a tender Christian babe!
The news spreads fast, and soon I learn, the enemy has heard,
His plan is to attack, before I know the Word.
For with the Word I have in me the Holy Spirit's power,
He knows he must attack at once, he cannot wait an hour!
He gathers together all his demons and sets his battle plans,
He must destroy this new child's faith, it must blow as drifting sands.
The planning takes just minutes, they empty all the files,
And then his army moves, armed with many trials!
The attack is fast and furious, and for a while I stumble,
But in the end, I am quite sure, it is Satan who will bumble.
I'm hit with many problems, they're coming by the score,
And as my faith begins to slip, I fall down to the floor!
Satan now is laughing, he jumps around in glee,
And then the smile fades from his face, as I struggle to one knee.
He stares onto the battlefield, his face is filled with terror,
With all the files they had on me, could he have made an error?
I'm beaten, battered, on one knee, as my lips begin to move,
Satan is screaming at the top of his lungs, "What's he trying to prove?"
He sends out queries to the demons, "What is that he's saying?"
The answer comes like a shot in the night, "Oh Lucifer,he's praying!"
My strength ebbs back, and as I struggle, I gain the otherknee,
And when the demons see this, they turn from me and flee.
Satan screams, "Stand and fight, he's only just a man!"
The answer comes loud and clear, "A man in the Savior's hand!"
The battle now is over, my faith as strong as steel,
And in my heart, I know full well, the Lord Jesus is for real.
For as I lay on the ground that day, something gently lifted me,
Without that gentle lifting, I'd never have gained my knees!
The moral of this poem, is really very clear,
Just call on the name of Jesus, when you're facing fear.
For when you call on Jesus, Satan hasn't got a chance,
The power that he thinks he has is fictional romance!
Jay L. Zumbrum


