Clap your hands and swat a fly.
Squash Beelzebub 'til he die.
Before he can slice into you,
Grab his sword and run him through.
Stomp your feet and squash a snake.
Banish it to the fiery lake.
Pound your sorrows to the ground
At the joyful trumpet sound.
Send God's Word against the nest
Of the spider you detest.
With scripture pin it to the wall.
And every scorpion will fall.
Let your spirit of gentleness
Give those things no place to rest.
Lift your arms in calm surrender
To the Lord of mercies tender.
Praise God for His holiness,
Cause the enemy great distress.
Though the toothless lion roar,
Know that Jesus won the war.
Thank the Father for the Son
And the victory He has won.
By the blood that He has shed,
He has crushed the enemy's head.
Upon His brow each piercing thorn
Relieves the mind that's been reborn.
Forgiveness flowing from each stripe
Cures every pain and every gripe.
From His hands and from His feet
Flow grace and mercy, pure and sweet.
And through His resurrection power
Comes the great refreshing shower
That brings you life, that brings you health,
Treasures in heaven, the greatest wealth.
And all my bones will say, "Dear Lord,
To sit around I can't afford.
I must in every way give praise
Unto you, God, all of my days.
So let me dance and let me sing,
To you all of my praises bring.
Let me clap and dance and shout,
The love you give me I'll pour out.
May I also listen well
To Him who saved my soul from hell.
Instead of moaning and distressing,
May I always speak a blessing.
Let your kindness be my guide,
For I know you're on my side.
I'll run the enemy out of town,
And this shall bring your name renown.
In every way I'll give you praise,
And worship you all of my days.
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