Poem

Beloved “Enemy”

Michael Beck Michael Beck

My enemy pursued me, he would not let me be
What had I done to warrant his constant enmity?
He set his sights upon me, he let his arrows fly
No matter where I ran to, he always was close by
I turned with mighty anger to him who was my foe
I blasted him with fire, my vengeance he would know:
“You foul, persistent devil, I curse you in your tracks
Stumble, fall, be broken, be gone from off my back!”
But then a light shone round me, I fell from my high horse
A voice rang from the heavens which sudden changed my course
“An enemy you’ve made Me; a foe you think I am
But if I was against you, by now you would be damned
It’s not because I hate you that I won’t let you be
It is because I love you, I want your eyes to see.”
How great the revolution that then came to my life!
No longer do I fight Him, between us no more strife
I love now all His dealings, I welcome what He sends
This One whose goads once pricked me is now my dearest friend


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.