Fight, Soldier, Fight

'Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.' (2 Timothy 2: 3)

Stand in the victory that Christ has won,
For all of us, not for one,
Be strong, soldier, be strong,
In the end you shall sing a victory song
You are the heir of the Monarch of the universe,
It's clearly revealed in David's verse,
Your Father is rich, soldier; your Father is God,
He is the owner of silver and gold
At the end we shall have a heavenly feast,
But while on earth fight not with your fists,
We wrestle not against flesh and blood,
Your back up will come like a flood,
Fight, soldier, fight,
Whatever opposition comes in sight
As a good soldier endure hardship,
In the midst of hardship praise and worship,
This is the will of God, soldier; this is what He wills,
Your enemies will flee at the sound of Chariot wheels
Health for us did His pain yield,
By Christ's wounds you were truly healed,
Refuse to be sick, soldier; refuse!
Your body is not for the devil's misuse
Stand in the victory that Christ has won,
For all of us, not for one,
Be strong, soldier, be strong,
In the end you shall sing a victory song

Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere

Days Of My Youth

I once preached to a man in a telephone booth,
Long ago during the days of my youth,
I grew up different from the other boys,
As a little boy I studied the scriptures and avoided toys

When I was past being a child,
I did not care whether it was hot, cold or mild,
I traveled seventy-four kilometers to preach in Marandellas,
Now my dream goes even beyond Dallas

I was a teenager then,
But I could invade a lion's den,
I was so strong and bold,
I could preach even in the cold,
During the days of my youth,
I remembered my creator

©Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere 2013