The devil he dont want me here, guess Im in his way.
I suppose he's tired of hearing me praise the Saviors name.
It might be the seeds I've sown, have fell on fertile ground.
I really dont know just what it is, but he cant bring me down.
Im strapped in the good Lords armor, that gives the devil fits,
You get thee far behind me, my soul you will not get...
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