Facing demons and keeping my place,
Is done only through God's grace.
My depraved enemy in power hits,
I stand to face his raging fits.
I hold my shield aloft and
My eyes with faith look to the sky.
A silent prayer a plea to win,
To beat the father of lies and sin.
A force beyond me reaches out,
I hear the sound of angels shout!
I lift my sword and strike my foe,
of truth he will know.
Pushing past a raging hoard,
I look and see my Mighty Lord.
His power mine, I bring great light,
With one last strike, I win the fight!
Written by Michelene Glasson
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13