No the weapons formed will not prosper
But these weapons keeps me before that bright and morning star
The Mighty God
Prince of Peace
These things come
To keep a sista on her knees
Like being in the midst of the fire
But not getting burned
All weapons having their purpose
This is what I've come to discern
Being purified
So that in Christ in me will be glorified
I'm on the battle field
How dare I think that nothing will come my way
Just gotta keep on this armour
Sharpen my weapon
Through praying and fasting
The purpose of all this
Yeah
It will be revealed
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