The Principality

Some deal with principalities To leave them alone Others fight principalities In the war of tongues and fangs Others And I am one of those Chose to be Principalities to the principality, when the devil sees them he shouts.. "blood of Jesus! the stronghold attacks again Just like our mountains Some look at it and withdraw Others just walk around it for years Some pray for strength to climb to the top Others Who am not part of Speak to their mountains and they despair But Those of my faith When the mountains see us They flee and we walk on flat ground Just like soccer Its not about your smart boots Nor your breaded hair Its much about what is hidden in you The God that reigns in me Is too much for the loser In the world What you have leads you to what you want But what is in you gives you what you need