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The soul, it wrestles in the night

Conviction or great loss

Confusing thoughts do fill the mind

On their beds they turn and toss

Some will crush their hopes with fear

While others end their days

But, some will seek beyond their power

To find the God who saves

They must wear the amour of our God

Using helmet, sword and shield

They trod the path of ancient feet

Wearing peace they can not yield

They must clad their breast with righteousness

They gird their loins with truth

They cling to Christ, their only hope

And stand their ground with proof

They are bound by their trust and their need for salvation

To find the world’s most precious nation

They make their way to the ancient gates

And they must be on their way

The prize for His life is a golden crown

Freely give to those who were bound

By chains of sin, cast to the ground

But they rise and they fight

In the strength of His might

They pray and they watch

By faith they claim it

Yeshua guides them on

Messiah leads them on

Messiah leads them on

Messiah leads them on

They are under sacred bonds

They cross the path of the evil one

The father of all lies

Sun and thorns can’t stop them

The crown is their desire

They can see the temple made of gold

Where law and mercy meet

Their Advocate pleads for them

Before the judgement seat

They lift their banner soaked with blood

By God’s own holy Son

Immanuel goes with them

Until the cry, “It’s done!”