There's a silent war that's raging deep within me. My lower nature fights to dominate. My spirit man is poised and locked in battle, with the carnal side of me, I've learned to hate.
The trumphet of my prayers, plays towards heaven. There's a voice of desperation in my cry. Lord strengthen me that I might not yield myself to sin, but keep your righteous banner lifted high.
Lord, I hunger for holiness, and I trust for the righteousness that's yours. That my mind would be cleansed, and my spirit renewed, and this temple that you dwell in may be pure.
The tempter stalks about me as a lion, searching for the slightest scents of blood. For when the skin of my resistance is broken, he moves in quickly to deepen the cut.
The Lord of creation, hear your servant. You understand the weakness of man. I'm counting myself crucified with Jesus, alive in Christ and dead indeed to sin.
Lord I hunger for holiness, and I trust for the righteousness that's your's. That my mind would be cleansed and my spirit renewed and this temple that you dwell in would be pure.
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