The Story Of A Warrior

There once was this person, who was quiet as a mouse
You couln't get a word from out of her mouth
So weak and so frail was the person that I know
Little did she know she would one day grow




Up like a tree from the least of the seeds
Higher and bigger than the largest of trees
A duty hath been given her a job for the best
Her life has been realized that it was a test



A school for the brave not the faintheart you see
A marksman of purpose to the forehead that 's me
Taught by the best of the teachers ever known
So quick and so powerful a blow ever thrown



Who would have thought such a weak little thing
Would grow pass her brethers and suddenly beam
Like the sun in the sky in it's fullness of strength
A warrior was born from Yahweh she's sent



To go into battle with spirits unseen
And fight like a champion with eyes oh so keen
A sword with two edges so mighty and strong
Make satan and his demons hate to do wrong



As we march to the battle field of war yet not won
We know that the angels will fight like at Mon
No worry and no fret for we've only just begun
For the enemy will fight till the going down of the sun



But this battle is Yahweh's no doubt about that
By His strength and His might will the devil go back
To that dark empty place where he will soon sit
With all of his company in that bottomless pit



Oh praises to Yahweh, all glory be to him
And those that he sent us who's light was not dim
They shown like the sun in it's zenith oh so high
Like the stars at a glow high up in the sky



A very good opponent the devil is he
Skillful and cunning is all that he see
By the strength of salvation will come his demise
And the character of his person will nolonger be wise



A Warrior's Heart Is To Strong To Break, To Wise For Ignorance, and To Humble To Hate "