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.
So trial, be gone,
For Christ has set me free!
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