In this world,
In this war
I am lower than a peasant
I am dust,
Subject to the chains and whips of
The Prince of the world,
The Father of lies
But by grace
Through faith
I will make him
Cringe in chills
As I ignore his temporary pleasures
Tremble violently
As I reject his broken promises
Scream out his lungs
As I remain on what is pure
Cower and hide
As I stand up for what is right
Fall to his knees
As I point his lies to the Truth
Then
I will wait,
Wait patiently, earnestly
For the King of the entire Creation
To deliver the final blow,
The finishing act
To return and banish
The Prince of the world
To his ultimate
Ruin
Defeat
Collapse
**Downfall