I fight for my children, with weapons given to me from heaven - powerful ones, breaker ones, ones that free captives from their prisons.
I fight for the lost, with a passion given to me from heaven - a fiery thing, a stubborn thing, a thing so soaked with love that the gates of hell cannot prevail against it.
I fight for this world, with angels who join me from heaven - ministering ones, worship ones, ones who war until the ending of the battle.
I fight and will not stop. Not until all those I know (and those I do not know yet) are delivered from the bonds of death to become children of my loving Father.