I see you out of the corner of my eye trying to hide
Thinking upon my shoulder you might get a free ride
I see you with the eyes in the back of my head
With your pitchfork of deception, your thorns of red
I heard hell’s mouth hath grown large
it let you out thinking you’re in charge
But death where exactly is your sting?
Hell, your victory, I do not hear you sing
Maybe you haven’t read the Word
That my Shepard cares for His herd
With cattle on a thousand hills
The chaos you bring…He stills!
With a set jaw and a nod of His mighty head
He calls for his angels to fight in my stead
I’d tuck my tail and run if I were you
Because my God is about something new