With a shield and a sword   He crushes evil in the name of the Lord   In the fields of war   His victory is the nails he bore   With his head held high   He speaks the truth and he hates the lie   He'll scream, he'll die   But God will raise him back to life!      He's a Live Wire   He's a Live Wire   He's on fire!      With the bend of the knee   He can move a mountain or part a sea   He's hot to the touch   Like a burning flame that availeth much   His life's a flash   He'll crack the darkness like a razor's slash   But he loves and he cares   He'll pick you up when you're in despair      His arms are huge   By the weight he carries of verbal abuse   His back is torn   With the agony of an open sore   His face is marred   The dried blood of an open scar   The gates of hell shall not prevail   'Cause he's torn the veil