For the wrath of God is a consuming fire
It waits for no man, so let go of all evil desire
Run! My son, Run!
Do not turn to the left nor right
Quicken your stride as fear tries to catch a sight
I said Run! My child take the step of faith and Run
Come, before the bullet can say gun
The wolves will chase, the dogs will race
Just know I have given you enough grace
If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses?
Remember, we do not wrestle with flesh and blood but exceedingly wicked spiritual forces
For the sun nor the moon cannot smite
I have made your feet like hind’s feet, so hold on tight
Now, put on the amour of God and run
Come my son, victory has already been won