FOR YOU IT'S NOT OVER

I tried all I could against the foe, 
I used all the tactics I did know,
In a boxing match viewed by the world,
A most needed tale that must be told.
As the match progressed cheers from the crowd,
Became louder, unbearably loud,
After hits and a knocking about,
One final blow knocked me down and out.
Despite all my effort, all my skill,
That blow knocked the sail out of my will,
I just lay there, unable to move,
That certainly was the punch that would prove,
The end had come, there was no way
I could rise from that blow today.
The distinct loud words of the referee,
Became most cooling and calm to me;
Five! Six! Seven! the countdown was sure,
As the cheering crowds rose to the floor,
My proud opponent with hands raised high,
Strutted around with his vict'ry cry,
I won this battle all fair and square,
Victory chants were all I could hear.
I am still standing, I am the victor,
Look on the ground, look at the loser.
I heard the foe but felt no shame,
For I'd accepted the loser's name,
I'd been battling this foe so strong,
The battle's been tough and far too long.
The referee bellowed out Eight! then Nine!
When I heard a voice that was not mine,
The count is Nine! but it's not over,
One count's left for you to recover,
It is not yet TEN! raise you head up!
Suddenly I heard the counting stop.
With head slightly raised and full of pain,
I was then raised to my feet again.
The foe, still strutting in victory style,
Saw me and stood transfixed for a while,
The battle he thought he'd surely won,
As I lay beaten, helpless and done,
Took on a most miraculous end,
When I could no more myself defend.
The strong foe from which I did retreat,
Now stood hands down in utter defeat,
The enemy lost, not due to my might,
But through God's Word in visible sight.
It's the countdown of another year,
And 364 is all that you hear,
You've taken the enemy's full blows,
And even the Lord Almighty knows,
As you lie helpless on life's cold floor,
Accepting that you can do no more,
Hear the Lord's voice, the year's not over,
There's still time for you to recover,
The count today is Three- Sixty-Four!
There is still one count, yes just one more,
Rise to your feet, you will recover,
In you I'll show that I am Victor.
Amen!