It haunts me so This gloomy weight That comes and goes Without a trace A thousand times my flesh embrace A thousand more but if for grace
To see the Lord, the promise land Where in sins pearly gates look bland And what was once a pearl now sand That blows away in light of Him
When battle lines become unclear And the waging war is all I hear Sustain me with Your voice And the choice to walk in truth And by the Spirit
That I might see this day This waging war might go away And be no more That I might see His face And hear Him say Son, welcome home The war is over
"But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ. More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ..." (Phil 3:7-8) Help Lord!
