The Day When Failure Dies

THE DAY WHEN FAILURE DIES I know someone called Failure, and it seems to make its day Reminding me of all my sins and all the times I stray. It taunts me with the memories of things that once I did, And even of the thoughts and deeds to others that are hid. It constantly corrupts me with some memories of the past, Accusing or inciting fear--how long it seems to last! Its conversation with my mind is often long and drawn With doubt and fear my sin and guilt all really are not gone. Sometimes it shows some images I wish would not appear, Or it will haunt me with a dream of things from yesteryear. Oh, it’s quite active and quite well; so often I will cry, But once again, today I saw a day when it will die. And now again I’ve heard it’s sure, and how that came to be Through One who came so long ago to die on Calvary, I close my tear-filled eyes to see how Jesus has prevailed; There’s not a foe He has not fought, a fight He’s ever failed. For just the time when Failure seemed His life had overcome, The stone rolled back that early morn and He the victory won! So if the Lord can conquer death and rise to live again, I know that I can trust Him now to conquer every sin. And though in weakness I may fall, and tears come to my eyes, If I keep trusting in the Lord, keep looking toward the skies, The doom of Failure is so sure; it too in fire will burn When through the clouds my Savior comes, and for me will return. I’ll never fail again, I know, in that home in the skies, For I will see the day at last--the day when Failure dies!