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Battles by Jordan
Fights and battles, battles and fights,
Tossing and turning throughout the night.
Watching my life, go away,
Breaking, piece by piece, day by day.
From the darkness the demons come,
Not all at once, but one by one.
Lacking the wisdom that God supplies,
They lure me in with all their lies.
Just like a boxing match I fight each round,
As the bell dings with its echoing sound.
First comes pain, with heartaches ans sorrows,
Making me feels as if there's no tomorrow.
In my times of ooneliness, God was all I had,
So I reached out to Him, when everything was bad.
He is defeated, and I'm free at last,
All of a sudden, another demon is cast!
Here comes temptation, it's coming to deceive,
He disguises himself, so I fail to see.
He brings me in, with all his lies and his traps,
And almost defeats me when something just snaps.
He gets terrified as he looks up,
And sees Jesus standing there, filling my cup.
The demon realized he'd failed once again,
For i turned to Jesus and away from sin
There's one thing I learned through all these rounds,
That's to turn to the One who wears the crown.
I turn to GOd and I don't sit and pout,
And everything seems to work itself out.
I turn to the Father in the heavens above,
As he looks down on me with all his love.
"Jordan Original"
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