Keep Your Eyes On the Prize
My dear friends, bow not to the "father of lies"
He prowls as a lion...only in disguise
Waiting so patiently; hour by hour
Seeking the straying sheep he'll next devour
He licks his vile lips in anticipation
Hungering for the fallen of creation
Dripping as honey, one slathering falsehood
Can slide down as easily as the truth would
But soon in our sickness, we weaken and die
We curse at the heavens as we wonder why
We've eaten of evil for too many years
And fatally deconstruct from our own fears
Let us not give one more days' satisfaction
Instead let us purposely spring into action
We'll tackle that liar with Truth from our Father
And let Satan know that he just needn't bother
Even within a most imperfect world
We're stronger than anything that he can hurl
For weaker is he that would see our joy die
And greater the One who will come, by and by
To take home His children that stand 'til the last
That day, at His feet, our golden crowns we'll cast
As He wraps us up lovingly in His embrace
We shall weep with joy when we meet face to face
So, dear friends, bow not to the "father of lies"
Just fight the good fight, keep your eyes on the prize
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