HELL`S WORST NIGHTMARE.

Cries resounding from the graves,

Martyrs of

0f our God so brave.

When told renounce your God or die,

`NEVER`

It was their reply.

On graves where not one tear was shed,

Those demons leapt

For joy instead.

Thinking they had won it through,

Cause martyrs died

Of God so true.

With Godly soldiers in advance,

Those demons just

Don’t stand a chance.

This mighty God of ours can’t lose,

`VICTORIOUS`

Is the word we use.

When Jesus comes again in power,

Those demons they

In fear will cower.

The angels heralding a King,

 It’s Hell’s worst nightmare

Yet no dream.

A day when martyrs come alive,

To meet with Jesus

In the skies.

 Stood with arms so open wide,

In love at last

To hold his bride.