Self-inflicted heartaches
And contusions of the soul
Pugilistic meditations
Is winning losing any goal?
Walking wounded out the door
Not yet facing any foe
Except the one who lives within
And lands too many blows
Who will save us from the pain
Of our spirit’s slow fought death?
Who can stop the uppercuts
That pound within our chest?
There is but one who fends for us
Who will stop this onslaught cold
There is a balm Gilead
Who soothes our sin-sick soul
The love we long to offer
No longer cowers from the pain
When Christ our Lord fights for us
Our good footing we regain
Fear not, my soul, the battle
That wages deep within
For in Jesus Christ is victory
Over guilt and shame and sin

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