This battle I face only by Your mercy Lord
Your warm embrace shelters me from the darkest storms
Oh You are my hearts cry, my desire is to be more like You
I will fight, be Your disciple
Carrying my cross, marching for You
I will fight, Lord make me able
To be strong and faithful and bear fruit that last
Lord make me last
I walk through this world, at times my cries are echoes off the walls
But You hold on to me, so I will fight, this soldier will be strong
Oh You are my hearts cry, my desire is to be with You