Why are you holding so tight
To a battle that's never been yours?
You are only spinning your wheels
And the point of the battle has blurred.
Meanwhile, I stand at your door knocking,
Willing and ready to step in
But somehow, you won't let go
Of this battle, you simply can't win.
Often, battles in the heavenly realms
Are aimed at people who live on Earth.
And those who I have chosen as mine
Are targeted from the...