Crushing spirit
Breaking bone
Someones precious blood atoned
Mercy, love,
And eternal life,
Is pulled from within,
And what's left is strife
Satan fights
To no prevail
One day soon
He'll be in his own jail
A gentle hand
A softer touch
God is healing
The wages we lost
There he stands
With demons, astound
He fights with sin
And his malicious frown
As he knows,
That one day soon,
He'll be gone,
And the world shall be good.
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