No permanent losses
In the life of God's child,
Through calamity's seed
Heaven's victory is styled.
For man's greatest evil,
Christ's death on the cross,
Birthed God's greatest victory,
Not heaven's great loss.
What men meant for evil,
God meant for our good,
There's no power, no evil,
That can't be withstood.
Blessings from burdens,
Gains from defeat,
Who else but our Savior
Could Satan's plan cheat?
For nothing and no one
Can alter God's plan,
Our present, our future
Lies safe in His hand.
The winds will still blow
Obscuring His hand,
But we can be certain
In God we will stand.
"I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten..." Joel 2:25 (New International Version)
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Carol, How true. Man's greatest evil birthed God's greatest victory. I like that thought. This poem also makes me think of Joseph and his brothers. They may have meant it for evil, but God used it for good.
