His Final Victory
Our life is not our own
Welcome back to the Workbox, I am glad that you made a safe return. This morning’s post is a poem focused on the great and final victory of Christ. I hope you find it enjoyable and encouraging to read.
Though tossed to and fro
By life’s anxious seas
Our hope lies in what we know
In His final victory
Though darkest day may lay in sight
We follow light not our own
And life’s fair land plagued by blight
In Christ’s life our life is sown
The life we live we live to Christ
And hope not in what we see
Our best boast is in His might
And His final victory