Finest Hour

They call it a day of reckoning, a man’s finest hour
(When he decides within himself who he will become for the rest of his life from this day on)

When faced with insurmountable odds, which will make the faithless cower
(This man looks to God, stares his giant in the face, and considers death his ally)

For it is death that will consume his taunting foes
(As he grip the hand of God, his strength becomes more mightier than 100 armies)

With a broken body and a bloody nose
(He a rises as a conqueror ready to make an end of those who rejoiced in his fall)

When other men would have given up the fight
(The man of faith continually gets back up, knowing that his endurance supercedes his foes)

For through the desert land and darkest of nights
(He presses on, unmoved by the howls of his enemies, slashing through them with word of God)

He shines like the light of 1000 suns
(For the glory of God goes before him in a pillar of fire, warning his foes of terror)

The forces of darkness now flee and run
(Like crying children afraid of the night, they tremble at the Lord’s power)

The man of God, he shall prevail
(Because God upholds the foot of the righteous, not allowing them to utterly fall)

Though he be in an hour of great travail
(This hour has potential to mark a man forever, as one who has stared hell in the face and won.)

Yes, this will be my finest hour
(I will arise with my right hand in the Lord’s, and my left around the throat of my enemy)

This time, I will not be devoured
(For I am planted on the Rock, I stand stall and unafraid for the Lion of Judah is ready to roar)