The Fight for Who Presides
Though the Victory
A Song by Edward Waters
(Copyright © January 1996)
Sometimes I'm a warrior in service to my Lord,
And the hordes of Hell are vanquished
by the power that wields my sword.[1]
But most times I'm just a battlefield, contested by both sides;
A wasteland scorched and trampled in the fight for who presides.[2]
I can hear the call to faithfulness, but my heart is still besieged
By a thousand fierce temptations, and they grant me no relief.
I grow more oppressed and weary with my every failed campaign
Till surrender seems my one recourse and hope appears in vain.
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,[3]
Still this raging war within withers my soul.
And I long to spend these days
But most times I'm just a battlefield, contested by both sides;
A wasteland scorched and trampled in the fight for who presides.[2]
I can hear the call to faithfulness, but my heart is still besieged
By a thousand fierce temptations, and they grant me no relief.
I grow more oppressed and weary with my every failed campaign
Till surrender seems my one recourse and hope appears in vain.
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,[3]
Still this raging war within withers my soul.
And I long to spend these days
learning to walk in all Your ways,[4]
But I'm torn between my wandering and the goal.
Sometimes in my brother I perceive far greater sin,
Till in shame I hear the word of God declare, 'Thou art the man.'[5]
Lord, create in me a clean heart; once more make my spirit true.
Only then may I teach other sinners to return to You.[6]
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,
Still this raging war within withers my soul.
And I long to spend these days
But I'm torn between my wandering and the goal.
Sometimes in my brother I perceive far greater sin,
Till in shame I hear the word of God declare, 'Thou art the man.'[5]
Lord, create in me a clean heart; once more make my spirit true.
Only then may I teach other sinners to return to You.[6]
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,
Still this raging war within withers my soul.
And I long to spend these days
learning to walk in all Your ways,
But I'm torn between my wandering and the goal.
With Satan roaring in my face, God whispers what is true.[7]
The prince of dark would ravish, but the Lord of Light must woo.
I'm driven by my flesh while to the Spirit I am drawn.[8]
One voice demands my slavery, yet another calls me 'son'.[9]
There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ,[10]
Yet I seem bound to resurrect the sin for which He sacrificed.
Like the captured ark of Israel within pagan temple walls[11]
Is the grace that I've been given, when my former nature calls.
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,
Still this raging war within withers my soul.
And I long to spend these days
But I'm torn between my wandering and the goal.
With Satan roaring in my face, God whispers what is true.[7]
The prince of dark would ravish, but the Lord of Light must woo.
I'm driven by my flesh while to the Spirit I am drawn.[8]
One voice demands my slavery, yet another calls me 'son'.[9]
There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ,[10]
Yet I seem bound to resurrect the sin for which He sacrificed.
Like the captured ark of Israel within pagan temple walls[11]
Is the grace that I've been given, when my former nature calls.
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,
Still this raging war within withers my soul.
And I long to spend these days
learning to walk in all Your ways,
But I'm torn between my wandering and the goal.
With Satan roaring in my face, God whispers what is true.
The prince of dark would ravish, but the Lord of Light must woo.
I'm driven by my flesh while to the Spirit I am drawn.
One voice demands my slavery, yet another calls me 'son'.
And then sometimes, in speechless awe, I gaze up at the cross.
I am loved past comprehension, but I'm appalled at what I cost![12]
How can there be further contest over a heart so dearly bought?
In my confession and humility, let holiness be wrought.[13]
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,
Still this warrior must find his strength in You.[14]
And I resolve to spend these days
But I'm torn between my wandering and the goal.
With Satan roaring in my face, God whispers what is true.
The prince of dark would ravish, but the Lord of Light must woo.
I'm driven by my flesh while to the Spirit I am drawn.
One voice demands my slavery, yet another calls me 'son'.
And then sometimes, in speechless awe, I gaze up at the cross.
I am loved past comprehension, but I'm appalled at what I cost![12]
How can there be further contest over a heart so dearly bought?
In my confession and humility, let holiness be wrought.[13]
O Father, make me pure, for though the victory is sure,
Still this warrior must find his strength in You.[14]
And I resolve to spend these days
learning to walk in all Your ways
As Your Spirit renders me faithful and true.[15]
Yes, I resolve to spend these days
As Your Spirit renders me faithful and true.[15]
Yes, I resolve to spend these days
learning to walk in all Your ways
As Your Spirit renders me
As Your Spirit renders me
what Your word commands me be:
Growing till I'm finally faithful and true.[16]
Growing till I'm finally faithful and true.[16]
[1] Ephesians 6.17b [2] Romans 7.22-23 [3] Romans 8.38-39
[4] Deuteronomy 10.12-13 [5] II Samuel 12.5-7a [6] Psalm 51.10-13
[7] I Kings 19.11-13 [8] Galatians 5.17 [9] Romans 8.12-17
[10] Romans 8.1 [11] I Samuel 5-6 [12] Romans 5.7-8
[13] 1 John 1.9 [14] Ephesians 6.10-11 [15] Galatians 5.16
[16] II Corinthians 3.18
[7] I Kings 19.11-13 [8] Galatians 5.17 [9] Romans 8.12-17
[10] Romans 8.1 [11] I Samuel 5-6 [12] Romans 5.7-8
[13] 1 John 1.9 [14] Ephesians 6.10-11 [15] Galatians 5.16
[16] II Corinthians 3.18
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