The battle rages
The unrelenting foe inflicts blow after blow upon my character
He assails my spirit from every side
I grow weary, bruised from the melee.
Yes, I grow weary,
But do not assume, oh adversary, that I have been beaten!
Though I may stagger and stumble under the assault
Or temporarily lose my footing and fall,
No matter what, I still maintain my standing in Christ!
Even if I am flat on my face,
Pummeled by circumstance,
In my spirit I am on bended knee before the only One that can save me.
In Him alone, I put my trust.
I look to the heavens, for that is where my help comes from.
He is my rock,
He is my warrior,
My strong tower.
He is my vindicator and my refuge.