There are inward struggles
And there lies the battle
But what matters more
The horse or the saddle?
His spirit empowers and captivates you
His grace is a shower of honey like dew
There's hope down here below
A light cast on his shadows
Planted by a river
Her seed fell on fine soil
The demons all shudder
His name makes their blood boil
Through the world and its rebels she'll just have to swim
But she'd swallow the ocean and hollow out mountains
To be next to Him...next to Him
Dark times lie ahead
Here is a candle
You're on holy ground
Do take off your sandles
His spirit devours the flesh inside you
His angels grow louder in singing their tune
There's love down here below
Reach out and start the show
She faces all evil
It knows where she lives
She flees from the devil
And all of his children
The world and its rebels go out on a limb
But she'd swallow the ocean and hollow out mountains
To be next to Him...next to Him
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Fights Without Fears Within
PoetryA collection of poetry that dives into both the external and internal difficulties of life.
