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NOT VANQUISHED - As our praise explode, the Devil falls with a thud

I bounced and balled;

Even through the Jericho walled,

Till Satan's punching blows wared

To stop my movement forward

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With stagnancy spurred,

Life became a prison ward,

Freedom became a puzzling surd

And sin the maze losers toured

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With man injured

And his soul ruptured,

Righteousness turned the bored

In a scene where flowers don't bud

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No hope was pictured

Till death's soul was punctured

And graceful life reassured;

That's when my life got restructured

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The devil is a fraud

Lording over soul's he's clawed;

Keeping them from God's word

And hardening their heart's pod

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Every ship the devil boards

Gets stuck in the mud,

But the sheep with God's sword

Finds each stream easy to ford

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The then unpaid debt none could afford

Cleared by grace; we're no more flawed,

The flood of riches none could hoard

Swept off our flaws and got us awed

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Sometimes we err but love is God,

Correcting us with love's rod;

All our prayers get a nod,

Chains broken; forever sawed

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As we worship with melodious chords;

Praising our Lord as we applaud,

The love in our heart is shed abroad;

Knitted to Christ in one accord

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Despite all the odds,

The depth of worship is explored;

As our praise explode,

The Devil falls with a thud

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I don't drink from self's gourd

But the word that serves as my guard;

My heart's where his word is stored;

The chalk of the Spirit writes on my mind's board.

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Title credits: Oghosa Anthonia Imayuse

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