I've been bought by His blood, I have no defeat, as I lay facedown at the base of His feet.
Through Him I can be powerful, but without Him I'm just pitiful.
Get the full effect, protection collect, everything and turn it over for direction.
Wear the Armor of God, stand in His shadow, and you'll be ready for battle.

We fight not against blood and flesh, but an inner dimensional hornets nest.
We come prepared with an armory and catapult truth with angelic artillery.
Stand as one, shoulder to shoulder, confident, 'cuz tonight we are soldiers.
Nothing to fear with Christ on our side, the Lion of Judah, the Truth and the Light.

We battle vipers and snakes, serpentine mimics, haters, posers, and fakes.
Evil forces and dark principalities wage war for the souls of humanity.
Our General and Commander, of course, is the conquering King riding on the white horse.
And from His mouth comes a sword, and the power source from His blood that He poured.

We use weapons not of this world, but were forged in connection with His resurrection.
He has risen, shout from the mountaintops, foundation solid as rocks.
He is the wall of my fortress, and my only success is fulfilling His purpose.
He created us and saved us, and with Christ on our side who can stand against us?

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He was our sacrifice, and if He did not rise, then it's all a lie.
He took our sins to the grave, and if He was not raised, then it's all in vain.
He made the claim of Messiah, it's either true or Jesus was a lunatic or liar.
These are the choices we're given: He's either evil or God in the flesh—make your decision.

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I've met the Giver of life, oh death, where's your sting? We're eternal, for us to die is to gain.
We claim our victory over the grave, gave His life to redeem us, the price He has paid.
It's through His grace and forgiveness we have been bought by His blood, yes, Jesus has saved us.
He rose again and ascended and fulfilled what all others have only pretended.

He is our loving Messiah, and His will and His purpose is all we desire.
He is the Light in the darkness, He can soften the hardest of hearts, He will harvest abundance.
Yes, His love is triumphant, gathered together at the sound of the trumpet.
We will rejoice everlasting, and the joy of our hearts will burst forth with a passion.

And every knee shall bow down and acknowledge the King of all kings and His crown.
And the lost will be found, and the glorious singing of angels will sound.
The enemy will be swallowed and destroyed with his demons and those who followed.
Hell will be consumed in the fire, and the flames will devour the father of liars.

And all of death and decay and evils of sin will all pass away.
And all the peoples and nations who acknowledged His Son will be part of His Kingdom.
All by His grace and redemption we have cleansed by His blood to a holy perfection.
Tell the world He has risen, and that it's time to prepare, for now is the season.

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He was our sacrifice, and if He did not rise, then it's all a lie.
He took our sins to the grave, and if He was not raised, then it's all in vain.
He made the claim of Messiah, it's either true or Jesus was a lunatic or liar.
These are the choices we're given: He's either evil or God in the flesh—make your decision.

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