The peak of the mountain, tallest in the world. At the point, the tip, he holds me over the edge. Held by his claw, in his grip, I wriggle and squirm. Terror seizes my mind, my heart beats like a drum. The beating of the drum, the battle call. There is a whisper in the wind. A cold north wind blows my hair and chills my body.
He screams a high pitched scream, grabbing my dangling body that he is holding over the ledge, cupping his two hands over my ears. But the north wind blows and the whisper can not be shut out. And I know.
My closed eyes open. He knows that I know. I know that my one hands controls him. I know fear is his manipulating tool. But now I know, I know fear is a bluff. If I fall, I fall into the arms of Jesus.
I know. I know that if I mourn, I will be comforted. My tears will be wiped away. My failing body will be healed, my poor spirit will be lifted up and I will be given power. I will inherit. I will reign.
Satan holds the greatest bluff of all time. The ending is known, God almighty holds the victory over the war. Great powerful one, Christian, claim your power. Call the bluff.