Oh Ancient Of Days, hear my cry
I sit here and wonder, sometimes - Why?
Always commited to doing things right
But those of the world make me want to take flight
We wrestle NOT against flesh and blood, while yet on earth
Invisible the enemy, for more of God we thirst
Amazing Your love for a sinner such as I
I read in Your word, That I will never die
Yesterday, today and forever the same
Names You have are many, we claim
Struggles of the heart, to get the job done
Some times I forget, we've already won
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