Every day I wake up and realize that I am in a battle for my heart
There are times when I feel victorious but other times I lose my will to fight
I wonder if there is a reason I feel such opposition; a battle for my soul
Every moment of everyday is a battle that has already been won by the cross
The battle ragin’ like a fire in the forest; burnin’ through the trees that keep my vision hazy
The fire will not go out; because my heart is at stake but has already been redeemed
A bloody battle; my savior died and defeated death
Broken by my sin; getting back up and fallin’ prey again
For my battle you tell me I will need to take up your armor
The helmet of salvation; to protect my mind from lies
The boots of the gospel; so I may find peace
The belt of truth around my waist; to remind me who I am to you
The breastplate of righteousness; to guard my heart against temptation
The Sword of the spirit; the word of God
The shield of faith; to extinguish the flaming arrows of the evil one
The battle for my war torn heart; when I feel like giving up has already been fought
The battle for my soul; when I feel resistance is futile has already been purchased
The battle for my mind; is fought from the trenches every thought held captive
The battle for my strength; I feel weak, but you’re my strength
You have been my truest ally; You have been been my closest friend
I was once a convict held in bondage; an inmate longing to be set free
My heart a was a prisoner of war; wounded by the fall
You have restored me; and given me a new mind
I felt like I was far away; but you beckoned me to come
I felt like I had failed; you brushed me off and helped me up again
I felt like I had nothing left to offer; you told me you gave your all for me
I felt like I had nothing left to give you; you told me to touch your scars and remember
I felt like I had been drained of everything; you told me to come to you and be filled
I felt like I had nothing; you told me that you gave me everything
Sometimes I feel like this battle will get the best of me
Sometimes I feel like this battle has no definite outcome
Sometimes I feel like this plan of attack is strange; but you have taught me to trust
Sometimes I feel like this pain is too much to bear; you have bore it for me
Sometimes I feel like this hurt only happens to me; you have felt everything
Sometimes I feel like this past is too much to look past; and you show me that you don’t keep track of the things I’ve already confessed
Sometimes I feel like this burden of my sin will crush me; you took the burden on your son