Fighting my battle, fighting my war, on my knees, on the floor.
Crying to God for all I have done.
He still wants me, and gave his Son.
This warfare is spiritual, we don’t understand.
This isn’t about a woman or man,
It’s about a battle that rages in my mind, emotional stages make me
It’s resentful, hate, envy and fear, binding my spirit in bondage-
Nothing is clear.
The key to my chains is prayer and surrender.
In Jesus’ name, he is my defender.