1 John 5:4-5 (KJV)
For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God?

In days of shadowed pride, where man exalts his throne,
The “woke” arise in fury, claiming light their own.
They weave a web of words, all mercy without law,
Denying sin’s dark stain, and God’s most holy awe.

No cross to bear, no blood to plead, no Savior’s name they call—
Their gospel hollow echoes through the empty hall.
Soulless masks of virtue cloak the ancient lie,
That man himself is god, and needs no Christ to die.

What needless tragedy! A soul, once made for light,
Trades heaven’s endless joy for everlasting night.
They chase the fleeting wind of fleeting human praise,
And bind their hearts in chains of self-made, godless ways.

The heart grows cold and barren, void of Spirit’s flame,
No hunger for the Bread, no thirsting for His name.
They march in blinded legions toward the gaping maw,
Where hell’s devouring jaws await without a flaw.

Yet lo! The Lion roars from Zion’s holy hill—
King Jesus reigns supreme, His purpose to fulfill!
The grave could not contain Him; death lies broken, slain;
He burst the gates of hell and rose to life again!

O sinner, turn from folly! Behold the wounded hands!
The scars that plead for mercy to rebellious lands.
Repent, believe, be washed in Calvary’s crimson flood—
The Lamb who takes away the curse, the wrath, the blood.

Redeemed, the soul ascends on wings of grace divine,
Through trials, through fire, to glory’s endless shine.
No power of darkness, no lie the world can weave,
Can snatch the sheep from Him who died that they might live.

For Christ is Victor! Every knee shall bow and sing,
The Alpha and Omega, the everlasting King!
While woke illusions crumble into dust and flame,
His ransomed children rise to praise His matchless name.

In Heaven’s courts they stand, arrayed in robes of white,
Where sin and sorrow flee before eternal light.
What needless tragedy the lost in darkness keep—
When Jesus offers life, and bids the weary leap!

All hail the conquering Christ! The battle’s won, the prize is won—
Redeemed forever, free, beneath the Father’s Son.
Let woke delusions perish in their pride and shame—
But Jesus reigns victorious—forever reigns supreme!