The Enemy Near Is On The Run
© Harold Vondenstein 12-12-02
I can feel the enemy near
Working his way to me instilling fear
I can feel the prayers against Your will, Father
Directed at me
Coming toward me
Trying to kill me
Attacking me
Going against
Your plan
I call on you Father send Your angels near
Full armor, swords drawn and battle ready
Release Your mighty army against this attack
Render
The enemy
Make him harmless
Vaporize
Neutralize
Him now
Restore me
To
Your safe place, Father
Prepare
Me now
For victory
I’m ready
Now
For Your safe place
The enemy is exposed
Doesn’t have a chance now
Mighty warriors got him on the run
The battle is won with the blood of the One, Your Son
The enemy’s on the run
We’ve won with the blood of Your Son
The enemy’s on the run
We’ve won with the blood of Your Son
We’ve won
We’ve won
We’ve won
We’ve won
We’ve won
We’ve won