Thrill of Victory
It is not easy to grow in The Lord
Does not come natural at first
But just like the thrill of the hunt
It’s the catch that creates the thirst
Oh but once we taste success
And finally pass a test
It is then we begin to grow
the fight becomes the quest
What a thrill of victory
Oh what glory indeed
When we come to realize
The company that we keep
Armies of angels go with us
The Host of Heaven is beaming down
When at last we realize
Our triumph is all to Him a crown
(I heard in my spirit, pray that Trump will triumph.)
I shall not show up empty handed
On the day of the great feast
For I want to bring him beauty
Ornate crowns to lay at His feet
Oh how sweet the thrill of victory
Does conquer the sorrow of defeat
As long as we stay in the fight
do not relinquish or take a backseat
For our Lord is calling all warriors
Step up and take your place at the front
If you truly believe He is Commander
Take His Word be bold and blunt
Oh church it is time to conquer
And fight with the sword of His word
For God is not a man that He can lie
And we are not beat down or conquered
No church we are the victors
And I hear our Masters heart
We will taste the thrill of victory
If we do not tuck tail or fall apart
The battle is not to the fierce
But only to those who believe
By His Spirit, Our Commander and Chief
Is none other than the Host of Armies
He did not bring us out
That we should be defeated
No it is for success and victory only
That in heavenly places we are seated
So listen for the bugle call
The trumpet of Voice will blow
He is calling forth His warriors
Church rise up its time to show!!
We are the church of the Firstborn
In Zion, part of The Master’s plan
Church we cannot be overtaken
If we take Him at His command!
Poem written by Laurette Laster © 2018 August
Through All Seasons 