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This battle I face only by Your mercy Lord Your warm embrace shelters me from the darkest storms Oh You are my hearts cry, my desire is to be more like You I will fight, be Your disciple Carrying my cross, marching for You I will fight, Lord make me able To be strong and faithful and bear fruit that last Lord make me last I walk through this world, at times my cries are echoes off the walls But You hold on to me, so I will fight, this soldier will be strong Oh You are my hearts cry, my desire is to be with You From Letras Mania