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Victory


The mountain looms ominously over the dark valley below It is Satan gloating over the earth. Its shadows cover the lush green grass under a blanket of fear and doubt. After three long days of darkness, the Sun peeks over the ridge, Sending scattered, golden beams of light to pierce the darkness. As the sun rises higher, the shadows shrink back in fright. For there is one greater than the towering mountain, it is the Sun. He is far higher than the mountain tops and brighter than the shadows. The sun pierces the darkness, forcing it to flee He gives hope to the valleys beneath, and they rejoice, basking in the warmth of the sun. The mountain begins to tremble, the shadows flee, but as the Sun rises higher into the sky, He Continues to give hope to the hopeless, joy to the joyless, and life to the lifeless.
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