Satan is still on the loose, runnin' wild
He will not prevail, I am God's child
Satan's forces rush me like a flood
I shall succeed, I am covered by the blood
I don't care if I'm hated or despised
For I know my source comes from the hills and the skies
I go through the fire and struggles, but I will make it to Heaven's gates
I can't let anything stop me while I'm traveling down my river of faith.
Written by Joshua Young
<----> SEND THIS POEM TO A FRIEND! <---->