Victorious
Who I desire is not who I am but who I'm meant to be
Secrets that weigh me and sin that dismays me
I'm caught in a game and the battle is for me
I will fight till I can't stand, fight till I fall
And there I'll find strength on my knees
I will turn down the world's noise and open my eyes to light that so desperately calls me
A river of truth that will flow through my vains but the path that is right I must choose
The road that is wide is filled with the hatred that I've found can so easily bruise
So on the narrow I walk
One foot after the other
Till no longer can I see to move
When the moment arrives and I have survived
I lift my hands to the One who pulled me through
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