The Battle
Mother, Daughter, sister, friend,everyday we battle with sin.
Captives of our weary hearts,
this is where the losing starts.
Always fight for what is right,
grab your weapon and hold on tight.
For the lion comes to steal and kill,
our father always will stay near.
do not hang your head in fear,
Satan loves to see your tears.
So in your weapon, open wide,
show how strong you are inside.
prevail over satan in victory,
hear the lord say come with me.
feel better now the battle's won.
he'll say welcome home, my child well done.
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