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Strength in the battle
The battle rages all around me,
arrows of the enemy aimed at my heart.
Pain comes sudden, stealing my breath,
my mind drifting to places I did not invite.
Then Your Spirit gently reminds me:
the enemy cannot penetrate my heart.
My heart is no longer mine — it belongs to You.
He cannot steal or wound what he does not own.
The pain is only a shadow,
an echo of former hurts
still drifting through the recesses
of my heart and mind.
As I remember that I belong to You,
tears of healing flood my eyes.
The enemy cannot take from me
what I have freely given to You.
Your Spirit lifts my countenance.
The phantom of pain begins to fade.
In Your presence I remember
whose I am and to whom I belong.
I am not my own.
I am Yours — bought with a price.
My heart, my life, my soul are Yours.
Though the enemy comes like a flood,
seeking to trap me in sorrow and despair,
I know I am Yours.
In Your presence I find peace;
You quiet my soul with singing.
Though the attacks come,
the battle is not mine — it is Yours.
My strength is found in You,
in Your presence, in Your love.
It may hurt for a season,
but You will never leave or forsake me.
You are my rock,
the fortress where I run.
Even when I am exhausted,
You strengthen me to carry on.
You are exactly what I need.
Your strength sustains me.
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