There's Peace in the End

Long before we were born, an enemy rose.
He had all he could want, but it was pride that he chose.
So down he was cast to Earth-his new home.
Determined to kill and to rob as he roamed,

He's filled our minds with trash and blinded our eyes,
Our integrity traded for secrets and lies.
He doesn't care for our destiny or our future purpose.
He has only one goal-he just wants to hurt us.
He doesn't have to work hard; we're doing his job,
Killing each other then blaming God.
Like it's His fault we struggle, that we're down and we're out.
But it's not God's fault that we're swimming in doubt.

We're sitting around while the problem gets bigger.
Satan loaded the gun, but we've pulled the trigger.
It's not black versus white, or men versus women.
It's not even us against this terrible villain,
Because the battle's been fought and the victory won.
This fool will not win; his time it will come.
He who is faithful will ride in on a horse.
On the enemy's head His wrath will be poured.
But in the meantime, please don't lose hope.
I know that it's easy, it's a slippery slope.
When things look so dark we no longer see light,
And it feels like we're living in perpetual night,
But hear what I say-there is peace in the end.
It's coming so quickly, it's right 'round the bend.