The Victory is Ours
Is it at the end of the rainbow?
Is it across the moon?
Is it close by in the next room?
Is it far away, or is it coming soon?
Is it as high as the mountain tops covered with snow?
Is is down in a valley where no one would want to go?
Is it reachable, attainable, available to all who seek?
Is it reserved for the strong and withheld from the weak?
Victory, victory it is what we all hope to gain.
Whether we sit in the sun, or run through the rain.
Victory, victory everyone seems to be racing to win,
But those who know not Jesus, will simply drowned in sin.
No matter how beautiful, how wealthy, or how strong,
No matter how intelligent, how healthy, or filled with song,
No matter how unscrupulous, mischievous, or plain ole mean,
No matter how undeniably filthy, or lewd while masquerading as clean.
One day these will find themselves dead and defeated.
They forgot to turn to the Victor when the battle grew heated.
They ran the race with only earthly gain in mind.
They ran the race skillfully, but left Jesus behind.
As we live this life here and race toward the finish,
As we feel weary and search for something to replenish,
As we wonder how many more battles will come to be,
As we cry, "Victory, victory is our plea!"
We must ask ourselves, "What victory are we hoping to gain?"
If we're not running toward Jesus, we are running in vain.
We must slow down and take in a deep cleansing breath.
We must realize the victory has already been won over death.
To death, hell, and the grave, Jesus got the key.
He won the victory over all three,
No matter how many battles come our way while we are here,
God is always walking into battle with us, carrying the gear.
One day we will stand upon the crystal sea and shout and sing,
"Grave where is thy victory, death where is thy sting?"
"Jesus you are holy," we will sing around the throne
All battles of life forever over, all death forever gone.
Victory is ours through our Lord and Savior forevermore.
Standing on this glass sea shining, we are victorious for sure.