Thoughts Instead

Hey I have a goal but I'll never tell
The devil can hear my words then I'm surely doomed to fail
 Only my GOD hears my thoughts he knows the heart of every man
 Regardless grace and mercy it will go poetically planned
 The devil wants me dead he wants to bury me in mud
 He's a calculated killer like a snake with cold blood
 But my God's a mathematician there's not a problem he can't solve
 Everything of this world around the SON it does revolve
 I'll keep the Faith and run my race I'll run it right into the ground
 I won't moan the blues when I pay my dues because I will be heaven bound
 My sin will end as my birth begins when they cover me in dirt
 Then in the presence of LORD I'll be absent from this earth
 Then VICTORY shall be mine and I believe for what it's worth
 Pain is for the living and to die don't even hurt