I'm done with this fight, I thought they all knew.
This fight's not my own, Lord, I give it to You.
I can't take it back, that load I can't bear,
without Your strong arms holding me there.
Lord, give me the strength to face what I fear.
That fight You have won, Satan You've slain,
so I give You the glory through all of the pain.
The fight You have battled, the war You have won.
I'll eternally love You for all that You've done.
You've shown me Your mercy and given me Your grace,
so I'll sing to You praise for the rest of my days.
My days here are numbered, but a vapor you see.
My heavenly Father is waiting for me.
My Lord's called me home, up in heaven I'll be
waiting for you patiently.
So please don't you cry but rejoice gracefully,
for I've gone home to Jesus where I'm meant to be!
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