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.
