Crushing spirit

Crushing spirit

Breaking bone

Someones precious blood atoned

Mercy, love,

And eternal life,

Is pulled from within,

And what's left is strife

Satan fights

To no prevail

One day soon

He'll be in his own jail

A gentle hand

A softer touch

God is healing

The wages we lost

There he stands

With demons, astound

He fights with sin

And his malicious frown

As he knows,

That one day soon,

He'll be gone,

And the world shall be good.