Why do I actively cause me pain And grieve the Spirit, while I fain Would have the victory and win the fight, And walk amid the saints in light? In glory I was made to dwell And yet in sin my hope is fell, But this I boldly still proclaim, The solid Rock, my God, my main Foundation, Tower, Shield, and Might My Lord, my King, my Savior. I sight My victory, won, sealed, but I Fail to own it, live it, why? A lack of faith from lack of Word My lack of devotion, dropping my Sword. This is my bane, my own failing To live the truth of my own calling.