The enemy whispers a constant cry

“You will never win.”

My head it lifts with promised seed

I give a big ole’ grin.

 

For he did miss my training field

Where Christ secured my heart

Where weeping watered the tiny seeds

And now a harvest knocks.

 

O’ let the battle rage you thief

For things have turned now well

And I will now come to your land

And snatch the souls from Hell.

 

For in the tears were shown me near

The power Christ does give

And left behind a lesser life

I’m coming with no fear.

 

So all you sent where evil reigned

God has used for good

So let the battle rage O’ thief

For you are under foot.