Enduring the struggle between right and wrong One is a dirge, the other a song For the things that I would, I invariably don't do And what's not beneficial is what's carried through

It's a matter of time till I find the right road To start walking the Walk and carrying my load For I know deep inside is desire to do good But I walk and then falter, not doing what I should

So I lift up my cross as I'm told to do And try to stay focused, to not "muddle"through But I'm always stopping to rest for awhile When I should be up walking and facing my trial

Yet even with this I know what is sure With God's righteous Law I joyfully concur What a frail, foolish creature I turned out to be So I cry out "Who will set me free?

“It is finished”, He cried, and completed the task To receive all I need, I have only to ask But I can't fight a fight that's already been won That's the ultimate insult to God's holy Son

Yet loves me He does, no escaping that fact If I truly believed it, I‘d never look back Can I lay it down in surrender, in peace? And allow the Messiah to live life through me?