We've been made a conqueror

Spirit have been crushed Soul have been bruised A heart have been torn apart Everything in this world crumbled ... Have forgotten what this divinity warns us, Have forsaken His voice, have been fallen into a miry clay, Deep and so dirty that it's hard getting cleaned. That devil turned us into a pauper... But God is not wroth, His help is readily available, He upholds us, His righteousness makes us white as snow, He's as strong as a tower where you can run to to shield, As fierce as a lion to fight for you. Therefore I say this, you need not worry Of the things that has transpired, Or of the things that yet to come, For we are more powerful than this world can be, A conqueror indeed! As long as we have our God the creator of all.