Fight against all that fights you
All the enemies in your head
All the things that harm you
All the things that hurt
And maybe sometime I’ll see the enemy within me.
The enemy that fights me, the enemy that hurts
The enemy that so quickly says:
They are fight your- they must be right
They are fighting you- they must be wrong and they must die.
Then the angel comes and saves me
And he opens up my eyes
He shows me there are no weapons
Although the wounds are real
And he shows me to the cross
And he put me in the light
And the wounds they heal – the
Wounds that came from scars
That have been there a long time.