The Devil Lost Poem by Randy McClave

The Devil thought that he won the fight
When he looked upon me with sheer delight,
He knew of my pain and all of my stress
And he loved me being in pain and also a mess.
The Devil thought that he had won a victory
From what of me that he could see,
And he felt so very mighty and proud
When he saw me silent and my head bowed.
The Devil thought that he had truly won
Then again he mocked me just for fun,
And then when he saw my head bowed down
He laughed and laughed like a deranged clown.
The Devil thought that I had given up
As he toasted his win with a victory cup,
But, the battle that he thought that he did win
He lost it, when he heard me saying to the Lord Amen.

Randy L. McClave