A HEART'S BATTLE

I came to Jesus sorely tried;
"Lord, lift my heart," I humbly cried.
My strength was gone, my soul did weep,
"Where can I rest? Where is sleep?"

Lord, I have tried to walk the way,
Your light doth lead me day by day,
And yet I find my feet to stray.
Why do I pull the other way?

Your ways are perfect, pure and true;
I know the only way is You;
So why do I in stubborn pride
Resist your will for me inside?

Why, when the road gets slightly rough,
Do I decide I’ve had enough?
And turn my back on all I know
To be the only way to go?

Why cannot I be more like You —
Humble, strong, meek and true?
I try and fail, then try once more.
Will I never win this holy war?

And so I come before you now;
Broken, Lord, I humbly bow;
I know no good within me lies,
But hear me as my heart now cries.

I see the pride that fuels my sin;
Lord, take it, cleanse me from within.
My spirit, lord, You do renew,
So now what can I offer You?

My humble sacrifice of praise
And all I have, all of my days!
I know this battle wages on
Until my time on earth is done.

So help me, Lord, Your path to choose,
For on this road I cannot lose.
Though battles ‘round may pull me in,
You fight for me, and You will win!

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