Sennacherib, king of might, Assyria's terror, day and night, His armies marched, a fearsome sight, cities turned to ash in their fight. "No god can save you," was his boast, as kingdoms fell, a countless host, But then his gaze, toward Zion crossed, a challenge to the Lord of Hosts. Hezekiah prayed, on bended knee, "Lord, defend us, only you can decree," Sennacherib mocked, "Your God won't agree, no god has ever set people free." Heaven's reply, not in thunder's roar, but truth and promise to restore, "I will defend this city and more, turn back the foe from Zion's door." That very night, the angel came, a whisper of power, a burning flame, Pride shattered, empires defamed, Sennacherib's arrogance, now named. When shadows kneel, and pride takes flight, Bathed in His grace, pure and bright, No earthly crown, no vain decree, Can match the love that sets us free. In humble hearts, His light resides, Where ego fades, and truth presides, When shadows kneel, and spirits blend, Eternity's song, without end. One angel moved, a silent might, 185,000 souls took flight, At sunrise, silence, a somber light, the end of terror, dark as night. The king in fear, turned and fled, the battlefield of the dead, His mocking words,a price he paid now filled with dread, a lesson learned.now filled with dread Back to his city, a broken man, "I feared no god," he began, "Until I faced the Living One's plan," his empire's fall, a grain of sand. When God arises, empires crumble, the proudest hearts, they stumble, Against His might, no one can grumble, before the Lord, all hearts must humble. No power on earth, nor hell below, can stand against His holy glow, Sennacherib learned, the hard way to know, the strength of God, the seeds we sow. When shadows kneel, and pride takes flight, Bathed in His grace, pure and bright, No earthly crown, no vain decree, Can match the love that sets us free. In humble hearts, His light resides, Where ego fades, and truth presides, When shadows kneel, and spirits blend, Eternity's song, without end. In realms of glory, where stars ignite, A humbling truth, in purest light, Divine power, a boundless sea, Against it, pride can never be. When mortal hearts, with arrogance swell, And earthly might, their stories tell, God's gentle hand, a whispered plea, "True strength lies not in what you see." For pride's facade, a fragile thing, Before the King, no joy it brings, His love and grace, a boundless store, Where pride dissolves, and seeks no more. So let us kneel, with hearts sincere, And cast aside all worldly fear, For power means nothing, vain and bare, Against the God who answers prayer. When shadows kneel, and pride takes flight, Bathed in His grace, pure and bright, No earthly crown, no vain decree, Can match the love that sets us free. In humble hearts, His light resides, Where ego fades, and truth presides, When shadows kneel, and spirits blend, Eternity's song, without end.