When Satan chucks a
fiery dart, then stands back with a grin,
I place my shield in front of me and know that I can win.
When all his darkened army combine to hedge the way,
I blast them with a faithful prayer and stand another day.
When the miserable man
who lost everything seeks to lower all I am,
I quirk my brow in disbelief and with my Father stand.
He then recruits from his mortal ranks to push me toward a fall.
Discouraged by his lame attempt I still stand straight and tall.
take the hits he sends me and endure through the grace of God,
I know my strength is unconquerable for my feet are gospel shod.
Satan stands for evil, he fights for his own cause,
I stand with my Savior and hold the iron rod.
war began in heaven and so it rages on,
He who has lost everything will see that I'm still strong.
As I grow in power he diminishes before my eyes,
I look and see him clearly, I see only sin and lies.
My eyes then turn toward heaven
and I smile at the Son,
He gave His life freely that my victory could be won!
The outcome is decided, in the end Satan will be cast out,
The righteous will rejoice, with
a faithful triumphant shout!
Written by Michelene Glasson