Behind Me!

You spoke through a friend with a serpent’s breath

Sweet-sounding chains in a garden of death.

"You can have the crown—skip the cross!"

But I won’t trade glory for a throne of rot.

You slithered through comfort, clothed in light,

Preaching ease in the middle of the fight.

“You don’t need the fire, skip the flame”—

But I bleed for truth, not a coward’s name.

You promise kingdoms, I see the grave—

White-washed tombs in a cage of shame.

Comfort's my coffin with velvet walls—

And I serve a King who walked through it all.

Not today—

Not through them—

Not through me—

Your reign ends here.

Bleed your lies, I’ll speak the flame,

The Word cuts bone and exposes your shame.

I spit your thrones into the sea—

I kneel to One who died for me!

I won’t bow down to the god of ease!

My King wore thorns, not crowns of greed.

Truth cuts deep—but it sets me free,

The grave is torn, the war is won—

Now get behind me, Satan—

In the Name of the Son!

Get behind me, serpent spawn!

You twist the truth, you call it dawn.

But light won’t flinch in the face of pain—

I’ll carry my cross through the ash and flame.

I won’t bow down to the god of ease!

My King wore thorns, not crowns of greed.

Truth cuts deep—but it sets me free,

So get behind me, Satan!

You won't speak for me!

You promise kingdoms, I see the grave—

White-washed tombs in a cage of shame.

Comfort's my coffin with velvet walls—

And I serve a King who walked through it all.

Not today—

Not through them—

Not through me—

Your reign ends here.

Bleed your lies, I’ll speak the flame,

The Word cuts bone and exposes your shame.

I spit your thrones into the sea—

I kneel to One who died for me!

I won’t bow down to the god of ease!

My King wore thorns, not crowns of greed.

Truth cuts deep—but it sets me free,

The grave is torn, the war is won—

Now get behind me, Satan—

In the Name of the Son!

You don’t get the first word...

You don’t get the last word...

You don’t get a word at all.