To touch the very depth and breath of spirit One must be stong to evil and never fear it For fear is what evil builds its stength upon With love and truth it will shield you to go on Yet each new day the vagabond appears To prey upon those who have these fears It feeds upon the soul we need to fight Armored with this knowledge of good and right Evil comes in forms that seek the night In day it walks in spirits lost to plight So earnest is the soul that it must be To fight the battle life long for victory Evil has no special quality or shape Nor cloak and dagger or flight to its escape Merely most it is the sense of knowing Your true gut instincts ever growing Then you will know evil does not knock upon your door It forages forward ever more So on the battle to make things right Destroying evil for God we win the fight |
For God We Win The Fight |
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