Victory

When daylight is dimming, 
As the sun sets so low
And the coolness of dusk settles in,

My gaze is fixed upward
And my lips offer thanks,
For the many victories
You’ve caused me to win.

Not my might nor my power
Has conquered my foes, 
Not my wit or my wisdom at all,

But your Spirit that dwells on the inside of me,
Gave me strength
And caused the enemy’s fall.

Your Word, it sustained me
All through the day long;
Lit my path, gave me peace and made me strong.

Your Presence, my Lord,
In my life each new day,
For that, I do earnestly long.

With You Spirit, Your Word
And Your Presence, so dear,
The enemy’s plan can’t succeed.

And I’ll always give thanks
At the close of the day,
To my Lord, who’s supplied all my need.  

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020