Daily Battle
My God you are good, you’ve forsaken me not
your sword I carry with me everyday,
my spirit in you rejoices always,
though my studies have almost come to nought,
my heart for you has sought-
the riches of your glory.
O’ Remember Lord my story,
have mercy upon my memory;
as I reach on towards that goal-
And I go, and I go, and I go.
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