Your claws are deep inside of me.
I feel them every time they scratch
when you try to collect a fee
or try to make me your day’s catch.
You play with things locked in my mind,
reminding me of wrongs I’ve done.
Then on my faith you try to dine –
my strength in God, you hope I’ve none.
But you’ve forgotten just one thing –
you don’t know who you’re messing with.
Into this fight, God’s sword I bring …
God’s love is stronger than your myths.
So, get behind me, evil one.
You need to just get off my back.
He’ll clip your horns when he is done.
God’s promises keep me on track.
You wait until I’m weak and feel
confused so you can move right in.
But God helps me, His love is real
and He helps me fight off your sin.
Believe me, Satan, you’ve no pow’r,
I call on God’s love as my shield.
He’s not afraid to make you cower.
With strength through Him, I’ll never yield.
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