Oh stubborn heart inside of me
The strength of which will always fail
The Lord on High abides in thee
Though oft for Him your love grows stale.
You’ve gone thus far and reached the heights
To which you never dreamt you’d climb
Yet each new mountain in your sights
Convinces you you’ve lost this time.
And in each pit of dark and gloom
You think you’ve lost it all, and yet
Your God reminds you every time
To seek him more than old regrets.
You always make it through the pain
And stand amazed with newfound joy
When God comes through still once again
And saves you from things that destroy.
There’s nothing you can do or say
To steel yourself for scars to come
Let God be God, and though cliché
Without that truth you will succumb.
Your gift from God is frailty
To make you see sooner than most
That without God, you can’t be free
Or have a strength of which to boast.
So let me fight, says God, your fights
And let me stand beside you here
Courageously we’ll hew the knights
Of darkness in your heart that sneer.
And joyfully you’ll understand
Your strength is not your own, but mine
And as your tormentors disband
You’ll love me past the end of Time.
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