The battle in me still carries on,
A weary war.
My mind feels, open,
Empty, and full,
All at the same time.
I'll take my sword,
And grab my shield.
God has made my shield.
His son has made my sword.
And when I've won this war,
I'll kneel at Gods feet,
And praise him in the end.
For grace has come to me,
And held me in his arms.
Now I'll go and God will show,
The path that I must lead.
Sincerely,
~Lelove~
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