The Lord Within

Most of the time
I don’t understand
the nature of my heart;
 Most of the time
there is a battle within me
and I have to fight to survive;
It never ends,
it’s a day to day occurrence;
And I know it will go on and on,
I guess, and I'm afraid,
as long as I’m alive.
 

It's a hard struggle
but it helps me realized 

why I need You;
This is cliche, 

 an overused line,
but still so true; 
  I am a lost soul 

without You. 


So I beg You,
even if I wander around,
and most of the time 

an arrogant fool,
please stay with me;
   So that when I reach that time
where I shall exude   
my last and final breath;
When I had finally found 
my body's resting place;

On my bed of death,

when all my senses had stopped;
It will be but a rest;  

This lowly life, after all, 

was not a waste;
but a testimony of a victory;
And I shall dance to the sound 

of a flute symphony,
  for You are with me.