Oh we
Oh we righteous striving to cease being sinners
Do we fight with the aim of being winners
When the fight goes on and on
Seemingly a curse on every eon
That to find earthly favor and treasure
The upright endure labour and pressure
Pressing with weariness and attrition
Aiming to edge us out of culture and conviction
Make hard the good and easy the evil
That the ungodly may be termed civil
Sight is easy but faith is best
So shall the Christian enter into rest
The battle belongs to the Lord
His Majesty and Might that we cannot afford
Affords us to be still and know
As He bolsters our faith and makes a public show
For us and for those who ask “Where is your God?”
And so are we comforted by His staff and rod
That ye shall stand and witness His deliverance
And the testimony always lace your utterance
K. Muitherero
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