Poetry

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The war rages for the souls of man
Out of the fire He pulls them
Out of the mire and muck
The world twists and turns
The battle sound gets louder and louder
The shaking starts slow and picks up speed

The war is in our homes, in your backyards
The war is with us For ourrr very souls

Who will pick up the call and fight?
Will you dress in your day cloths you child of light?
The children of night are after you
They are devious and bold
Only God's armor will protect you
Will you put it on?

The horse and the rider are at the ready
to take you home
When your battles are over it will wisk you away

Which horse are you riding?
Who is mounted on it?
Are you going with your Jesus
or Satan himself?

The battle is raging
It was won at the cross
He paid a high price for you
The cost-The cost

Remember Your armor- God's armor
Put it on and pick up the fight for the souls of man. Pull them out of the fire!

Remember the battle was won at the cross
Satan wants as many of God's creation as he
can get.

Will you give it to him?
Will you stand firm and fight?
Pray without ceasing
Never lose sight of the lost
Can you walk where Jesus walked?
Can you pay the price?

The ancients of old are watching
They are cheering you on
Let us fight this battled in the Spirit until its
our time to get on the white horse with Jesus and be taken home.

The battle is raging for the souls of men.
Will you pick up the call and fight?

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