Faithful is what they often think of me
A blessed one and justifiable for Him
Warrior's alike, standing so firm
Do I really won the battle or am I just pretending?
Thought that I'm strong for those Words of Him I know
But then later on, emptiness on me is what it still shows
So determined with myself, I even dare my enemy
Behind all this, what I only want is to help that somebody.
Brought by carelessness and self-glory, I was now digging my own pit of difficulty
I become so deaf, so numb -- no difference with a dead one
Who am I to blame? Of course, it's still I
Besides, the enemy's just working and God never stop reminding.
At last, it's still God who brought me up!
"Stand up, you're still my child", is what I heard from Him
May this be my victory as what has Jesus promised me
And again, I'm on my march waving a flag signed by God: "RESTORED".
