Ain't no pat-a-cake
    pat-a-cake
    baker's man,
No sweet sojourn
    through fun-filled
    Candy Land;
But always at the ready
     to draw God's own
     from its scabbard
     so divine,
And hoist up high
     His old faithful one
     quenching fiery darts
     so sublime.
No game,
No playground here,
But a battlefield
A war,
All the way to victory,
There's so much more
Than just answering
His knock at the door.