At the foot of the hills, I strain to see what lies ahead
My own hand blind my eyes
My soul longs to scale this mountainside, but my body fails to continue
Fearing this plague that I have born, I cower to hide form the light
Back into the mire, crawling deep inside the dim embrace of my delusive savior
The wolves of my addiction are unleashed
Tear through my flesh and shatter my bones, this body is nothing
Upon this mount strikes a mighty hand
The heavens open up, into Your hands I am risen
Pulled away, this poison is purged
Though the enemy will scheme to bring eternal destruction, it is in Christ alone that I have been set free
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