Tremble, Hell,
at the sound of God’s salvation—
at the sound of a baby’s cry—
at the sound of God’s power and majesty,
strength and might,
wrapped in weakness and vulnerability.
Tremble, Hell,
at the thought of the day when God
releases His ultimate vengeance on
your pride
and erases your presence from creation.
In fear you rally.
In fear you conjure up your best defense
and go on the attack.
You rage over the nations.
You scream and taunt and
create chaos and confusion
among the people God has come to save,
and redeem, and restore.
But in all your raging and taunting
and massacring of souls;
in all the flexing of your muscles—
amidst all the evil and fury—
you tremble…
Because you know you have
no hope, no future.
You deceive, but all the while
you lie to yourself saying,
“We can win this thing!”
Even in your deluded mind
You are right about one thing—
A child has come to save and defend.
The God-head, three-in-one,
Creator of the universe,
Is more powerful in the broken and marred
flesh of man than you will ever be
on your best day.
Tremble, Hell.
Tremble when you think
of my God.
Tremble at the reality
staring you in the face—
“A child is born for us. A son is given.”
Tremble, Hell.
Tremble when you hear this good news,
because He is your defeat.
Your best effort to end this child
will prove to be God’s final death blow
over your fabricated power.
Tremble, Hell,
as all the earth stands in silence
and gazes upon the One sent
to save.
Tremble, Hell.
God has already won.
"For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." ~Isaiah 9:6
