by Redeemed Child of Christ
You hold my hand and comfort me,
while I cry to be set free.
I refuse to turn and walk away,
here I stand and disobey.
While my flesh puts up a fight,
my spirit steps into your light.
Holding fast to all things true,
my flesh is trying something new.
Attack the words I hold so dear,
whisper lies into my ear,
speaking to my deepest fear,
Lord, please give me ears to hear!
Hold me tight! Don't let me go!
my flesh, my pride a worthy foe.
I'm growing slowly, that you see,
my flesh is out of energy,
accepting changes made in me,
brings me down upon my knee,
giving all my praise to thee,
for the grace that set me free,
Becoming what I was made to be produce some fruit in this damaged tree...