The weapons of our warfare scripture say are not carnal
But mighty to pulling down of strongholds; for life’s battles obviously seems abnormal
How then do you choose to fight in the dialect of mortals
When these immortals keep penetrating through various portals
Gaining access and causing unimaginable carnage
That keeps you in sequential episodes of living in bondage
Placing before your door of breakthrough spikes and blockage
Leaving you in the debris of disadvantage and damage
How can you be born of God and speak the language of mere men?
How do you strike back? What is your strategy for war?
You can’t be joint heir to the Lion of Judah and not know how to roar
Roar in the dialect of the Spirit that causes demonic uproar
For you battle not against flesh and blood but powers, demons, and rulers of the darkness
That must fall on their knees at the mention of the name of His Royal Highness
The One sitting at the right hand of the Father, as the earth is made His footstool
The One who bled and spoke in the Spirit saying “it is Finished”
That you may come into the brightness of His light and speak even greater things
In the words of Theophilus Sunday, “I speak Spirit, I don’t speak English.
I speak life – For He has made my tongue a pen of a ready writer”
Which makes you become a Kingdom fighter
Therefore, stand and fight the good fight for your liberation and that of your clan
Break the gates of brass and cut the bars of iron asunder
Keep speaking Spirit, for you are a wonder!
Keep speaking Spirit, for you are a wonder!
I speak Spirit, I speak life!
I speak Spirit, I speak life!