The Lord Mighty In Battle
God's anointed are chosen to stand against
the children of darkness; those devoid of light.
They become the prey, none-the-less, they
choose to stay.
Surrounded by the enemy day and night;
stuck in the lions den; no help in sight.
Lions, tigers, wolves and bears; ready and
waiting to tear them apart. Citizens are
terrorized; some become traumatized,
others desensitised.
But when His anointed call upon Him,
He is their present help, their protector,
their deliverer, their strength and their
peace.
He is the Creator, the one who will fight
the imitator. Whole Cities shall be won,
by just one. The Lord Mighty in Battle.
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