- Kerri S. Wilson
The Conquest

The Conquest
A Poem by Kerri S. Wilson
The lion does not devour me, though its roar deafens
The sea does not swallow me, though its tempest frightens
The wind does not break me, though its rage alarms
The fire does not burn me, though its heat scorches
The earth does not shake me, though its quake unbalances
The night does not blind me, though its blackness overshadows
I know Who stops the lion
I know Who calms the sea
I know Who masters the wind
I know Who quenches the fire
I know Who holds the earth
I know Who lightens the night
An enemy without wars against me but does not win
An enemy without is not my greatest enemy
An enemy within has power to overcome me and win
I am my greatest enemy
My Source of life is my Victor, the Conqueror of my soul
He strengthens me; He changes me
He protects me; He upholds me
He heals me; He anoints me
He never fails
He fights me for me
He wins