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If I were a voice, a convincing voice,
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Frozen inside
Bring me to life
I am fallen
I can’t fly
My throat is parch
Bring me to life
My heart melts
I was so blind
Bring me to life
by Cheryl Aldea
Between the one named Lucifer, and the Morningstar, the ultimate of good.
Enveloped by a trillion planets
The audience for the fight of the ages was assembled and in place.
The saints that had gone before were there, Jeremiah, Enoch, Job.
The demons arived, offensive and vile, cursing and blaspheming God
When he said, "By His stripes they're healed," the devil shook.
"You know the rules. Your blood will cleanse their sin and calm their fears."
Satan cried, "I'll kill you Christ! You will never win this fight."
Satan jeered, "You're dead meat Jesus, I'm gonna bust you up tonight."
He threw his jabs of hate and lust, a stab of pride and envy,
Forty days and nights they fought and Satan couldn't touch Him.
The Satan kicked Him in His side and blood and water flowed
God the Father turned His head. His tears announcing Christ was dead.
"...9..."
"...8..."
"...6..."
"...5..."
He's alive
"...4..."
Oh no...
"...3...2..."
Oh yes
He has won!
He has won!
He has won!
He has won!
Proclain the news in every tongue, through endless ages and beyond.
Captivity has been set free, salvation bought for you and me,