Inner Wars

I am ashamed, for I have sinned,
I let the dark side of me win.
Yes, the dark is strong, but still I must fight,
My life a battlefield on which war dark and light.
And I'm not a spectator blown by the winds,
I am the chooser of which side will win.
I must not be idle, my sword-arm at rest,
I must be active and rise to the test.

For
I am the guardian of my heart-doors.
I am a warrior in the inner wars.
I am battle-weary, but I'm not alone.
I have an advocate at God's throne.

When I am careless and let down my guard,
I am still reeling--the dark hits me hard.
It is my own fault, for I have forgotten
That Jesus will lead me through both sweet and rotten.
So many times I have been taught this lesson,
But I turn around and forget it again.
This is incredible love I don't understand.
Why does Jesus continue at my side to stand?

With all my faults, with all my fears,
With all my sins and sorrows and tears,
Despite all this, He still is there,
Helping me to take the dare

To be
The guardian of my heart-doors,
And a warrior in the inner wars,
Battle-weary, but never alone.
I have an advocate at God's throne.

Yes, I am the guardian of my heart-doors.
I am a warrior in the inner wars.
I'm battle-weary, but I'm not alone.
I have an advocate at God's throne.

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