By Chris Matakas

Our God must favor me to send
A man of which I can depend,
To see the way in which you’ve grown
A will so strong the fates must bend.

Though your deeds not yet cast in stone
The devil sighs a beaten moan,
When you wake and feet hit the floor
Unfit to stop the good you’ve sown.

Your life has become one of war
Quell the dark so that light may roar,
The angels rise and give great cheer
As you ferry lost souls to shore.

Your road ahead is far from clear
There will be strife and struggles near,
Just hold fast to what you hold dear
Your faith in love will conquer fear.