Winning

 

Although we lose souls we are winning

Although we cry out with our most wrenching groans

Although we drag ourselves treacherously through the trials of life

We will yet gain victory on our thrones

 

Teach us Lord how to fight

How to pray and how to speak

How to comfort each other's wounds

as we approach the mountain's peak

 

We do not fight against flesh and blood

so our spiritual power we find

We ask for our spiritual weapons in faith

our tears collected, so we can bind

We bind all lies, all powers, all plans

All maleficent devils, sit down where you stand

with all of your destruction and your impish cruel ways

You continue to be no match for our most magnificent praise

 

You are defeated!

All your tricks and schemes

to take our royal right

Will not prevail against the mighty

Our King, the Word, Our light

Strong in battle

Give praise to the Lord of Lords

Mighty is he

Give thanks to the King of Kings

 

Lord we pray for peace in our souls

While the world lives chaotic around us

For we know when you call us home

We will give thanks to the one who has found us

 

All ye fools who say with in themselves,

that there is no creator on high

Even you in time of trouble

give reverence to God when you cry

 

All ye mighty men who say in their heart

I have achieved this all alone

Even you who believes in only yourself

It is the Lord who will carry you home

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