Words and Music by Bob Hartman

[Words and Music by Bob Hartman]

Son of the morning
highest of all
You had so much going till
you took the fall
Had a place in the glory
but you wanted it all
Impossible odds but you
had the gall
It seemed so unlikely that
you would rebel
Such a worthy opponent that
you knew so well
But you went down fighting
when you heard the bell
Took a third of all heaven
when you went to hell

This means war and the
battle s still raging
War and though both
sides are waging
The Victor is sure and
the victory secure
But till judgement we
all must endure
This Means War

Then came the cross
you thought you had won
You thought you had conquered
God s only Son
So much for Jesus
you said in jest
Then you got a visit from an
unwelcome guest
Now it s all over down to
the wire
Counting the days to your
own lake of fire
But you ll go down fighting
for all that you re worth
To try to abolish His image on earth