J-ust win the fight against the devil,
H-ere comes the spiritual terrorist;
E-nemy of our faith and hope
N-ever sleeps to take away God's promise.
N-inth morn in warm July, warriors of the Lord lead the way;
Y-earning to face the toughest foe, confident enough because they pray.
B-rave the battle before you,
A-lways be aware and on guard;
R-ise every time you fall,
L-et your feet move forward.
I-n the dark the deceiver lurks,
Z-ealously know its ill will;
O-nce you're ready and strong, just win the fight against the devil.
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