St. Michael was a warrior
Who smote the devil's ass,
No Precious Moments figure
With arms as frail as glass.
The foe was quickly vanquished
When he unsheathed his sword
For his weapon is the Word,
The tongue of Christ, our Lord.
Who is like this son of God
Against whom demons rant?
None but Christ, his God and ours,
To whom all creatures chant:
"Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of Hosts,
"The whole earth is full of His glory."
- Chad Bird
