Calculated and planned,

The storm on the horizon brews.

Strong and firm I stand; 

What they don’t know is, I can’t lose.

The storm rains hell as arrows fly, 

Some barely miss, some pierce straight through.

I struggle to stand as blood blinds my eye;

In the Father’s hands, my strength is made new.

Darkness begins to consume everything,

As laughs and smirks circle me.

Go ahead, try your best, all that you can bring,

When you’re done, step back; let me tell you what you’ll see.

I may be bloody, broken, and bruised, 

With little left but pain to feel.

The laughs and smiles change to faces confused

It isn't me you fight, but God’s will.

Try your best, over and over again, 

Beat me to the verge of death.

When the dust settles, all you will hear is Amen

God supplies my every breath.

So send all the cowardly blows you want;

I will take as many as God sees fit

Lies knifed into me, back and front,

For in the end, He needs only one hit.