The battle is here, my weary body rises.
The fight starts, and I wonder if I will survive this.
The battle rages, and the casualties mount.
The fight is done, and I have survived this bout.
I am sick, and my body is wounded.
I have been given this life where my being is in bondage.
The next opponent has arrived.
It is from my sin that it is derived.
I ready for battle and hide my plight.
For the masses want a perfect fight.
However, my body is tired and I can sense the end.
Without help, this is one fight I cannot win.
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Therefore i lean on him who has strength
i stretch on though it seems an unbearable length.
i know my king will provide
the king that refuses to leave my side.
i give thanks for i dont walk this alone
and i keep going though my heart seems to grown.
Live in his grace
never fail to seek his face
For in him we are loved and his purpose is good
he desires your heart and submit it you should.
Fight off the enemy for all he brings is deceit.
and be encouraged for you are given power by the king and it lies at his feet.
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