Fight With Might
Papa I am trying my best.
To do all that I can.
But sometimes Lord I need a prop.
Just so I can stand.
At times I want to lay my head.
And count sheep jumping over the fence.
But when I think of those who weep.
I cannot afford to sleep.
Papa I get so weary.
And step by step I go.
Oftentimes I think of you.
And how you never let me go.
I know you said you are my rock.
And upon you I should stand.
But Lord sometimes I need a push.
To make me understand.
Papa won't you hug me tight.
And help me win this fight.
Without you as my sword and shield.
In my weakness I might yield.
Papa send an angel now.
To make the pathway clear.
For on my own I might slip and fall.
And I need your ears to hear.
Papa I am so afraid.
Of dragons in the night.
Show me how to fight with might.
And conquer by faith and not sight.
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