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The
battle rages...
with the sound of pounding hoofs.
The battle rages.
Everything about me shook.
I
hear the clashing of the steel...
The quaking of the wings.
Principalities are warring...
In the battle of the King.
Both
sides are strong and powerful....
riding in with flashing swords of gold.
The stampeding angels battle on...
to the victor goes my very soul.
Satan
knows his grasp is slipping
As I reach out to touch the Light...
He calls each of his tormentors,
refusing to give up the furious fight.
The
battle rages...
As he shouts hell's battle cry!
I won't loose you from my grip!
It's folly to even try.
And
then from the depths of hell,
Rides angel 'Torment' on his steed.
Right behind him is 'Confusion' and...
Oh, God... it's you I need!
The
hoofs are pounding...
As mighty wings beat against the air.
I cling to truths and promises...
Knowing You are standing there.
And
so the battle rages!
Angels wearing shields of gold.
The battle rages on...
'till the day that I am told...
You
have returned in triumph.
Satan is defeated... the battle's won.
Until then, within my soul there is a struggle.
And... The battle rages on!
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(c) 2001 Susan Misty Taggart
www.ordinarywoman.com
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