Swung my sword
Shot my gun
Fought so well,
But didn't win.
I'm no conqueror.
Slashed,
Beaten,
In the war, I fell
In my blood, I swum.
No, I'm not a conqueror.
I'm not a conqueror
I failed,
Was defeated,
Hiding in the shame
Of my shame.
But then was a man
Jesus they called him,
I met him and to battle I went
Yet, I fell and drowned;
No, not a conqueror.
This was the last battle,
I took him with me,
He fought with me,
And alas! With Him
I'm more than a conqueror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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If He is by your side, who can be against you and who can defeat you? With Him, you will be a conqueror! Great poem Toheeb! Happy to see you after a long break!