Dear Satan,

When you tried to derail me, God had purpose.

Where you brought grief, God brought grace.

Where you brough hurt, God brought heaven.

When I had tears, God brought me through the tension.

All things work for my good, so I remind you of your eternal destiny.

On the earth I'll walk through the fire, but I know God walks with me.

You tried to burn me, but how well did it work? 

But O' your fate means seperation. You'll be crushed, and defeated.

Because my God is greater than anything you proceeded. 

Keep roaring, and walking I can't be devoured. 

When you try to throw me in that den I know your plans will fail.

The millstone is coming, and I am in the strong-tower.

Because I am in Christ, your defeat is coming. 

You'll look to your armor bearer, and cry "please relieve it"!

Your weapons are no good, and your devices have receded. 

You be the judge, was it "a woman killed me," or the Son of Man, who defeated.. you

You don't even understand that regardless of what you do,

the victory was predestined and my God he always wins!

You mess with His righteous ones and He will revenge.

Venegence is His, so laugh now, laugh today.

Dear Satan, I remind you of your eternal destiny.

O' man that's one great price you'll pay! 

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