The Fox In The Henhouse

 I am living below, in a sinful world..

Where demons are raging, in the heat and the cold.

Wherever I go, the things that I see...

Pushes me closer, to eternity.


Out in the field, the labourers are few...

For their wisdom of  toiling, is not cactus in dew.

The hunger for the souls, where ravens eat their bread..

Is less in abundance, than words being said.


I pray to prevail, in groanings to the Lord..

For day after day, the road is so broad.

The sapphires of promise, to those who are lost..

Can only be established, when we understand the cost. 


For battles to be won, we must be in one accord..

To unite and be dressed, with shield and with sword.

The fox in the henhouse, is loosed and enraged..

So wake up from your slumber, for a war is


to be waged.


In righteousness come gather, and do not be afraid.

For weapons formed against you, will not prosper where its laid.

The heritage of the sheep, is favour for all time..

And blessed are the servants, who see sin as a crime.

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