I loathe the days of war.
When my soul wants separation from this flesh of mine.
When human nature and redeemed soul collide I know there will only be one clear victor.
So why does that half of me hold on so tight only to be vanquished time and time again.
I know I am not the only one in this constant struggle,
but most of the time it sure feels like it.
I feel as though all I am anymore is battle scars.
Oh but Lord, I remember that you were marred as well,
all for things you had never done.
You remind me this isn't constant fighting,
it is spiritual strength training.
These are days of growing pains so that I will have days when I can stand strong in victory next to you.