There upon the rotten souls of man
will the last battle rage.
Common folk will leave the fields
as Armageddon takes the stage.
Through inclement storm clouds
which distort the earth to grey
the Master raises high the curtain
and sets the wheels in play.
Yet through the death and dying
some hearts will stay true.
Yes, they know salvation comes
if they can see it through.
A tablet with the people’s names
lies at His mighty feet
and though the enemy is strong
we won’t accept defeat.
It was promised so very long ago
by the One who holds my heart
that He would never abandon me
and His love would not depart.
So let me secure this Holy armor
that was given me.
I go to fight for Who I love
and win the victory.
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