Breathe
Extreme at times the need to breathe
When falls from grace leave one deceived
A soldiers wound becomes a feast
For hungry eyes upon the Beast
The battle line is drawn upon
The soul seeking to do it harm
This war unseen that rages in
The soul wounded, by mortal sin
A call for strength is cried to sky
Above white clouds where Gods hands pry
The claws that look to snatch a soul
The evil one, scripture foretold
Breathe, now rest, be of good cheer
No harm will come to you held dear
For I have fought the Beast and won
All you need do is to hang on
Your faith, the key to overcome
Invisible these battles son
Will try and fail and try again
Hold fast, my will it seeks to bend
There will be casualties and many lost
For some will sow and reap this cost
As they reject and fail to yield
To me who oversees this battlefield
Breathe daughters and all sons
For love will heal what has become
The wounds I bled for you to breathe
Will not forsake I've guaranteed
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