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