The battle is over, my energy spent,
wasted on notions, all twisted and bent.
They've gotten me nowhere, just deeper in sin,
dimming the light that once shone from within.
The battle is over, I give up the fight.
I'll shun the wrong path and run to the right.
I cannot ignore your small voice inside.
There's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
The battle is over, my feet cannot stand.
I traded the rock for deep, sinking sand.
Why did I think I could do this alone?
Like the prodigal son, it's time to go home.
The battle is over, your victory sure.
In the winter of sin, your love remained pure.
How can you be so patient and kind?
To this writer it has no reason or rhyme.
The battle is over, I lay down my sword.
Fighting was futile, I gained no reward.
The more that I ran, the more you pursued.
Weary and broken, Lord, I am subdued.
The battle is over, you've finally won.
Snatched my heart out of darkness,
now make it more strong.
Teach it to long to be more like you.
Fill it with love, steadfast and true.
The battle is over, collect your fair due.
How could I think I could live without you?
Made from the image of your precious face.
Destined to rule, not fall in disgrace.
The battle is over. I now understand.
More than ever before, I need your firm hand.
I'll steady my feet, raise my eyes up above.
The battle is over.
I receive all your love.
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