The Race

                                                                                                Written by: Terry Thomas

The Race

Looking back I see the devil chasing me

Looking back I see oh satan chasing me

Satan is fast, by no means is he slow

Wanting to catch you and take away your soul

Most folks would be half out of their mind

Thinking that maybe, well now it’s their time

But I wear Gods shield, I’m running full steam

Looking back I see satan losing sight of me

Looking back I see the devil chasing me

Looking back I see oh satan chasing me

Satan is fast, by no means is he slow

Wanting to catch you and take away your soul

Now I’m in the flats, running like a Deer

I wear Gods shield, so I have no fear

I can feel the Angels pushing me on

Looking back I see, oh satan’s almost gone

Looking back I see, the devil chasing me

Looking back I see, oh satan chasing me

But I wear Gods shield, and will till the end

Satan should have known, this was a race he couldn’t win

Satan should have known, this was a race he couldn’t win