At War

July 11, 2008 - Friday

Current mood: quiet
Category: Life

In heavenly armor I'll enter the land,
my battles belong to the Lord.
No weapon that's brought up against me will stand,
my battles belong to the Lord.

And I sing glory, honor, power and strength to the Lord,
I sing glory, honor, power and strength to the Lord.

When the power of darkness comes in like a flood,
my battles belong to the Lord.
He raises His standard, the power of His blood,
my battles belong to the Lord.

When my enemy presses in hard, I won't fear,
my battles belong to the Lord.
He gives me the courage, my freedom is here,
my battles belong to the Lord.

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