Day Of Deliverance Poem by Helen C Capan

Blinded by gin and haunted by night
Demons torment his terrible plight.
Reproach of most people his fare for the day;
The war with the bottle is hopeless to fight.
Yet a cry from his soul for salvation from sin
Raised his eyes to the Lord that gave way to the sight
Of the door to his hell blasted off by the might
Of thousands of warriors sent by the Lord
Whose wind from their wings rushed him into the Light.

Day of Deliverance! Oh, glorious day!
Day of Deliverance! Yes, the Lord sees.
Day of Deliverance! It can happen for you.
Day of Deliverance! He came down for me.

Shackled by shame, craving for more,
Demons cackle at her strong implore;
Helpless to stand against ill-reputation,
Her heart’s ambitions are shredded by scores,
Yet a cry from her soul for salvation from sin
Caused her chains to collapse at the sound of the door
Thrown open by thousands of the hosts of the Lord
Sent to scatter the demons afar to and fro
and present her to Christ on that beautiful shore.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise be to the King!
Grateful hearts we do raise; glad songs we do sing.
For freedom from past, our shackles, and shame,
With freedom and power to live in Your Name,
Sacrifices of Joy and Thanksgiving we bring.