Poetry

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When agony feeds on my soul
Like vultures on a corpse,
Tearing apart this my flesh
And my spirit threatens to go,

Ancient weapons my fathers trust
Fail in the day of fierce fight.
A moment remains for my breath to go,
Someone pats me on the shoulder;

'You have no war to fight my son,
I did it all in your place.
You have defeated foes to fight
And victory is won on your knees.'

By faith I sink on my knees
And watch the wonders of my life;
I see giants fall in millions
And their weapons lie waste.

I learn the lesson of my life
That I need not strenght for battle.
All I need to bow in prayer
Before Him who sits on grace.

Freeze! Freeze my fear and melt away
He who redeems me is alive.
He who saves me is on my side.
Jesus, the strenght of the weak!

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