Reaping the Benefits
I can't see the benefits
I'm still taking needless risk
I breathe the same air that Jesus did
I still carry his pain
I have mastered it
I lay it down at his feet
Please forgive me your Majesty
Give me the strength to overcome
Help me in my time of need
When I died to myself wisdom was risen within me
And a vision was given to me
And sorrow flooded my soul
I never take the bed if it's made with nails
I know I must defeat my demons
And I'm there making my bed in hell
And the Lord is with me
And my enemies can still feel the mental strength of my mind still
And that's the benefits
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