The Battlefield Was His
The battlefield was his from the first to the last
I fell again with each stone that was cast
Gathering my strength I stood with the best
But each time I stood, I fell with the rest
He stood there in victory before it began
The sword of deception tightly in hand
Standing in darkness he knew my name
For him it was triumph, for me it was shame
Truth wasn't in me and certainly I tried
But I knew God heard each time I had lied
He sent His Son to this evil land
Where the wicked were as the grains of sand
So the battle became His from the first to the last
And Satan fell when the last word was cast
I stood again but I was not alone
And when it was finished, Jesus took me home.
Written February 2007. Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none.
The battlefield was his from the first to the last
I fell again with each stone that was cast
Gathering my strength I stood with the best
But each time I stood, I fell with the rest
He stood there in victory before it began
The sword of deception tightly in hand
Standing in darkness he knew my name
For him it was triumph, for me it was shame
Truth wasn't in me and certainly I tried
But I knew God heard each time I had lied
He sent His Son to this evil land
Where the wicked were as the grains of sand
So the battle became His from the first to the last
And Satan fell when the last word was cast
I stood again but I was not alone
And when it was finished, Jesus took me home.
Written February 2007. Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none.