Triumph In The Valley Of Jezreel

And Gideon dwelled in the shadow of invaders,
he hid in a wine press to try and survive.
A man of ordinary desires and weaknesses
who God chose to deliver Israel
out of the hand for the Midianites.

In the moment of his calling
from an angel of the Lord,
doubt was his vocabulary,
fear his garment,
just a mortal who seemed so unlikely
to be a warrior against an overpowering enemy.

What precious patience has the Lord
with one who He so calls,
gently He moved Gideon
out of his anxiety and worries
where he would finally accept his destiny.

When he question being called,
the Lord gave him witness
by watering a sheep’s fleece
when there was no rain.

At last his spirit found the iron,
slowly and nervously he collected the men
out of the tribes,
then moving at night within vision
of the enemies pitched tents
after those who were afraid,
those not guarded or prepared
returned home.

Out of twenty-two thousand
only three hundred stayed.
Then they stood in the dark
with pitchers that had lit candles inside
along with trumpets.

Once they broke the picthers and blew the trumpets
one shout was made in unison,
“The Sword Of The Lord and Gideon.”

That eve God worked is power,
the enemy awoke in confusion
and dueled among themselves.

In the end, the victory was won
through a small company
against a mighty horde.

All by the leadership of a man
whose humanness is so inspiring
because it is the message of God’s boundless grace
where with Him nothing is impossible.