To Fight the Good Fight

Oh the depths of the darkness  I need to learn

The blackness of my Sin I need to discern

I would not be ignorant so teach me I pray

Convince and convict me of where I am astray

If my prodigal spirit’s whitewashed like a tomb

Lord, come sweep the leaven from every room

Prove to me where to what sin I am prone

Show me where I hold to my dead man’s bones

The invincible  shield of faith I would bear

Lord, Help me to do what is right

To take up the sword of my Lord I will dare

Lord help me to fight the good fight

That roaring lion came as an angel of light

Now I must confess he was an enticing sight

But He is a liar and he would destroy

Every hope and assurance that I can enjoy

You are my consolation, you will set me free

To be a sinkiller is my destiny.

So I will cast myself headlong on your grace

For I’m not alone on this rage of a race.

The invincible  shield of faith I would bear

Lord, Help me to do what is right

To take up the sword of my Lord I will dare

Lord help me to fight the good fight

September 30, 2024

Anthony Foster