Everyone knows, well at least I suppose
when you’re taking a trip through the woods,
if mama bear’s not in sight, but her cubs move aright
you better not mess with her goods.
For when mama returns and quickly she learns
with her youngsters a stranger is messing,
her demeanor will change to completely deranged
‘cause she thinks you might steal her blessing.
Swift be your feet, better make your retreat
and run for all that you’re worth.
If you don’t get away, I do dare to say
you’ll rue the day of your birth.
Concerning my offspring, I feel the same thing
I’m much like that raging bear.
When satan comes their way, their souls for to sway
for bloody battle, he’d better prepare.
His eye, I will sock. I’ll clean his clock
through the power of Jesus’ name.
His head I’ll knock, do my best to cold cock,
I will beat him at his game.
When he offers the world, my fist will be hurled
square into his ugly face.
My lips they are curled, my fury unfurled
my goal, to put him in his place.
Knowing him, I will bet, he wants them for his pet
to inflict them with spiritual fleas;
but I will not fret , he ain’t seen nothing yet
Mama Bear’s gonna fight on her knees.
Mama Bear does know, to defeat the foe
in just her own strength there is lack,
but through prayer strikes her blow, the enemy to show
the Mighty Warrior, He’s got her back!
If there’s a mother or even a dad out there who is worried, stressed out or depressed over the direction you see your children going, I want to encourage you to pray, pray, pray!
As Alfred Tennyson once said – More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.