His heavy armor protects
Blessed by God the perfect author
I use his shield with honor
Blood sweat and rain in my eyes still I battle in his strength and might until he says it is enough.
Feet steadfast and incoming arrows coated dirty lies whispered in my ears suggested through my eyes so will I believe God or believe my senses tell me which one has the best defenses yeah which one never lies.
When everyone leaves
When welcoming bridges deceive
When my understanding proudly puffs its chest out in arrogance
I better humble myself and remember
Who I belong to
Blood sweat and tears as I battle flesh and the unseen in Jesus Christ without him I cannot operate self-denial while carrying my cross until he says well done.
All alone I’m never alone my Father will always remain yes through growing pains discipline not pleasant but it lays tracks being trained until I hear well done good and faithful servant.