Backed into a corner with no way out

On your knees and in despair

He comes

Not like a movie hero

Wearing cool clothes and cracking one-liners

Not in a blaze of magic or a hail of bullets

None of that nonsense

But still, He comes

And before you know it

You’re walking out of that valley of shadow

Holding tight to His rod and staff

Somehow, some way,

You’ve lived to fight another day

Because the battle belongs to the Lord

Still waters and green pastures

Your undeserved reward