If we only just believe
What a great place this would be
We Were Fighting By Franklin Price 04/28/2024 We were fighting with the Devil From last light to early morn The we is me and Jesus Against the Devil and his thorn The Devil wants me elsewhere Than to be with Christ my Lord Wants me to go to Hell with him The river Styx I will not ford I believe in my Lord Jesus On the cross He died for me Arose from death in three days From my sins to set me free He awaits for me in Heaven With my loved ones by His side Every day He carries me From tide to changing tide When the Devil tries convincing me That all earthly things are grand Christ Jesus is within me If I will only take His hand Without all the specifics Of the last night that was spent Fighting with the Devil He surrendered, left and went Now it is Sunday morning I am tired and need to rest To stay at home with Jesus I believe today is best If I went to church and fell sleep As the parson preached God's word Some may think I don't believe Last night proved that is absurd
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