The War of Ages

As a justice to the true wordsmith and theologian from whom I took much of my inspiration for this poem, I call attention to Charles Spurgeon and his wonderful book: Spiritual Warfare in a Believer's Life.

The War of Ages

 

When all the force of Death and Hell,

Arrayed to sound the Deathly knell.

Against the King they waged their war,

The Lamb of God whom they abhor.

 

The hellish pits of legions cleared,

On earth in darkness now appeared.

Armed with malice fixed and poised,

To kill the Lord of Heaven’s Joys.

 

The Fiendish lord of Hellish flame,

Remembering well his traitor’s shame.

As he the Rebel first to Fall,

Was cast from Heaven’s holy wall.

 

Howling hatred fills the skies,

Against the Lamb now crucified.

The Humbled Son in silence still,

Obedient to Heaven’s Will.

 

In darkness now the battles rage,

Death and Hell the King engage.

In mortal combat they will lock,

Until they break upon the Rock.

 

The lonely King upon the field,

His life, His blood, His all to yield.

For sinners’ sake He lays it down,

In willing pain He drops His crown.

 

The battle hot upon Him rests,

He cries “I thirst!” at battle’s crest.

Outnumbered by the Hellish host,

The Son of Man stayed at His post.

 

The war or ages draws to close,

The Son of God against His foes.

Hark the King His vic’try cried,

“It is finished!” as He died.

 

His foes now lay in full defeat,

In fear Hell’s legions now retreat.

For Serpent lies in broken dread,

The seed of Eve has crushed his head.

 

And ghastly Death in bloody fall,

His sickle snapped and arrows all.

Have lost their sting and poison tip,

The Suff’ring Savior broke his grip.

 

 

The final blow the King will deal,

Eternal life in triumph seal.

His Chosen Few to finally save,

The King of Life rose from the grave.

 

 

In vic’try now the King returns,

                                                       To sit upon His former throne.     

In glory here He leads His band,

The starry Host saved by His hand.