I cry to my Savior and Lord
To block the Devil's evil sword
In my weakness I pour out my heart
Not knowing where I should start
My spirit grows faint within
I do not see a way I can win
My path is covered with many traps
When I stumble I hear the devil's claps
There is no one who is by my side
Nowhere to run, no place to hide
My life seems meaningless to most
So I look up to the heavenly host
Listen to my cry oh Lord, I beg!
I am desperate, walking with a broken leg.
Set me free from this crippling and dark prison
So those around me will know your mighty mission
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