O' Lord as the enemy finds its way tonight
Let your truth be the strength that keeps me up right
And as they draw their weapons that have been formed from corruption
Let your integrity and righteous breastplate become their own destruction
And as this battle wages on and death is breathing a song of defeat
May the peace of your Good News be my ground for my steady standing feet
And as I proceed on and thoughts go through my head of memories past
May my deliverance in you be my crown of victory and know I will last
And as the enemy comes at me with all he has
Your mighty Sword guided by your Spirit, I swing and slaughter the mass
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