The Bravest ‘300’ Poem by Daniel Partlow

A mighty enemy was amassing all its murderous hands.
Filled with the covetous – its ranks were vast and swelled.
The tyrants seeking foreign wives and slaves and lands
Focused now on what message the animal entrails spelled.

But from an impressive army, innumerous and bold.
Came tens of thousands of willing volunteers.
They then who passed the test: only three hundred tolled,
Were selected to face the enemy’s thirty thousand spears.

How would their King and Captain lead ‘em?
Outnumbered by nearly one hundred to one.
They knew they stood for truth and freedom.
But did they fear the coming setting of the sun?

As the enemy made its preparations, confident and proud;
These bravest men with great trust in their God,
Received the armaments which had been endowed,
And listened to the battle plan, humbly and awed.

A night attack would catch the enemy by surprise.
The enemy’s encampment – a midnight raid.
All would be victorious before the sun would rise.
…And without a single spear or arrow or even blade.

Faith was the only siege engine that they built.
The victory would be God’s beyond any doubt.
Pottery, torch, and horn alone – no blood would be spilt.
Only the hand of God could be credited for the rout.

In a burst of 300 horns: a thunderous craze.
The bravest led by Gideon descended and engaged
Amid crashes of the jars and torches all ablaze.
Ammon woke, confused and stunned by Gideon’s enraged.

In terror they retreated, fighting themselves as they ran.
Killing each other for they lived by the sword.
The enemy defeated by God’s incredible plan.
… Therefore… confidently … trust the peace and protection offered by the Lord.

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