In the pain and suffering we always find in life
Amidst the torture and torment that give us stress and strife
Through all the rich and poor times, through all the thick and thin,
We know there is a battle that we don't even have to win.

The battle's being fought, yes, even as we speak,
But on a nearer battle field than many wish to seek.
This war's not fought with bodies strong, but words and minds so true,
And this different kind of warfar draws blood of a deeper hue.

The war, it's true, is already won and is not our war to win,
But as time drags on, and demons spawn, soldiers must be ushered in.
This war we fight is not fought with hands or against the flesh and blood,
But is fought with words and thoughts and deeds against the Evil One.

Our Great Commander gives us orders, and tells us to press on,
Reminding us always of his love, and of His blessed Son.
His Son, who died and rose again, so that we can live free,
He died, it's true, His body, made new for the likes of you and me.

(to be continued)