Heaven Comes To Fight For Me
Heaven comes to fight for me louder then the enemy as they flee. Spirit flowing birds chirping, watch out now because Jesus is souring. It does not matter if you take out your weapon, you will see crowns counted to seven. Revelation of the word is still alive, and it stings are sharper then any bee in a beehive. Bow down because the king is here, their will be no more sorrow and no more fear. You will never go blind and always see that Heaven comes to fight for me.
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