The Cave of Faith

“Lord,” she whispered, “I am bound,
in this cave where shadows surround.
The enemy prowls with a hunter’s might,
each step he takes steals my joy and light.

But then, that night, a vision lit her dreams—
Of Daniel in the lions' den, it seemed.
The angels stood guard with wings stretched wide,
And Daniel rose—alive, unmoved, and revived.

Her heart surged with courage, her spirit restored.
She whispered, "Not from the lion, but from this brute,"
Her trembling voice, though soft, was resolute.
The verses lingered, her hope took flight,
clinging to faith in the dead of night.

Her prayer held firm, her spirit renewed.
The enemy’s words—sharp and crude—
fell on deaf ears as she learned to exude
a quiet strength, her joy imbued.

Through storms she walked, unbent, unshaken,
her heart a flame no fear could weaken.
With every step, her soul proclaimed:
The light within would not be tamed.

“God’s angels will hold back his filthy hand,
Not a finger will touch me; by faith, I stand.”
She prayed, she cried, she knelt in the dark,
But the brute’s threats couldn’t pierce her heart.

"For Daniel, a moment; for me, such delay,
From fear to faith, the journey so slow,
Yet even Goliath fell with a single blow that day."

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Then one day, as he came with a knife in his hand,
she shut her eyes and made her final stand:
"Into Your hands, my spirit I give;
if this be my end, let it be Thy will."

The sound of glass—a deafening crash—
the brute tripped on an empty bottle, fell hard.
The knife flew from his hand, spinning around,
Landing on his chest with a deadly sound.

With one swift stroke, he met his end,
her days of nightmare came to an end,
and freedom’s light began to ascend.

She opened her eyes—could it be real?
The tyrant lay fallen, his body still.
The blood on the floor, the silence, the peace,
a weeping whisper—“Your mercies don’t cease.”

On wobbling legs, with hands raised high,
she praised her God beneath the desert sky.
Through sand and stone, she stumbled her way,
to freedom’s light—the breaking of day.

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A man on a camel, a helper so kind,
He listened, he believed—God’s rescue designed.
The authorities came, the enemy’s body was found,
the woman returned to her home, alive, joyful, and whole.

Numbers 23:19 Complete Jewish Bible:
“God is not a human who lies,
or a mortal who changes his mind.
When He says something, He will do it;
When He makes a promise, He will fulfil it.”

And so her story, now whispered and known,
is a hymn of rescue, of strength He’s shown.
For faith, though tested, is never in vain,
And God’s deliverance will always remain.