The final battle is here
It is time to take the last stand
There’s a dragon in my basement
And a war in the palm of my hand
Hung clouds from the ceiling
Glowing in soft light
I will never once be God
And I will pray in the night
But spells of peace are broken
Wars will never end
The water in the fish tank ripples
Sleep is but a God send
Hiding under the blankets
As the light peeps from the dresser drawer
Something is stirring in my heart
Escalating to the lion’s roar
Grab the gear for battle
Fit the armor to my heart
Tie the sward onto my belt
And march away to start
A secret quiet place
The orchard is always true
Stand quietly in the darkness
And wait for the King to show himself to you
Kneel in the darkness, soldier
And present your palm to the Savior
He will blow it away to dust
The King will always find you here
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