Spiritual War

by Amy Baerga   Jun 24, 2006


To Satan, you're a chess game
to move and control you like a bunch of pawns on a board.

He'll set you up and make you fall
ruin your life and watch it all.
He doesn't care about you!

There's no eternal life with him, just a hot fiery hell.
Screams of pain wanting out,
but no one hears you yell!

To God, we're little children
in desperate need of help.
Call to him, repent your sin
and shut the door to hell.

When we fall in Satans' trap,
God picks us up again.
When Satan laughs in your face, God touches you with grace.

So, you see the war in front of you.
The Glory of God is the bigger view.

Put Satan on the chess board,
and let him lose the war!

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