I looked like the angel who fought the devil, so I was called Michael
But my signs were dire and going down, even though they were vital.
But all my family prayed for me on their knees with hands on their Bible.
They called for a Savior even when I was in the incubator.
Attached to tubes and machines, breathing like Darth Vader.
Suddenly a hand stirred, and my eyes twitched as I could understand words.
I must have heard the voice of the Lord unslurred as his commands were heard.
I was brought home from the hospital, with God all things are possible.
Because of the faith we placed in him, even early birth was not an obstacle.
God decreed that the world needed a soldier, I would be given at a general winter date.
And because I would live, I would not suffer the death of a sinner’s fate.