"You don't have a future,"
The enemy goes on,
Attempting to break the fortress gate,
Slamming it with his powerful ram's horn,
"You are stuck in a boring, wasted life,
Which leads to nowhere, except the grave."
God's arrows go and fly swift,
Piercing the enemy through,
"My child is a fortress on top of a hill,
A lighthouse that shines, guiding the way,
Providing comfort, encouragement, advice,
Bringing the lost back Home, to my fold.
"I am Yahweh, the Lord of lords,
The King of kings, your Creator,
The Almighty God.
Go away, proud, unthankful liar,
I order you to let my dear child
And sleep well."