God Wins Every Battle

God can use a shepherd to kill a Giant;
And His own Son to conquer death.
Willingly, Jesus died compliant,
To give to us eternal breath.

In power, our God is awesome;
He brings fruit forth from dry ground.
He caused life for us to blossom,
From His own burial mound.

For our sin He bled and suffered;
In our place He chose to die.
From wrath by faith we are now buffered;
Grace for our sin He does supply.

Once Jesus was dead and buried,
For three days He was entombed.
But Death’s attack He deftly parried;
He rose and Death now has consumed.

The Most High God wins every battle;
By death He conquered Death itself.
He causes our dead bones to rattle;
Raises them up from Nekron’s shelf.

It matters not the soil;
He needs not fertile ground.
Sin’s machinations He does foil;
All those who seek Him will be found.

In our weakness He moves mountains,
For in His Word He did so saith.
His Spirit in us is a fountain,
Cleansing sin’s stench and ghastly wraith.

The gates of Hell shall not prevail,
As His church does advance.
The weak power of sin could not avail,
Though His side was pierced by Roman lance.

The war is won though we still face,
Spiritual warfare here below.
But we will rise up by His grace;
See how this conflict’s made us grow.

As we march on through much trouble,
Jesus joins us in the storm.
In every gale He will redouble,
Grace to us as our hearts transform.

Jesus will never be defeated,
By sorrow, death or sin.
From His throne He’ll never be unseated,
For every conflict He does win.

The question now for us all,
Is whether we will join His side.
For our in our place He faced Death’s maul,
That we might cross the great divide.

So come now unto this King,
Whose heart for us pours out much love.
We need only faith to bring,
For to live with Him above.