You may hear the yelling; you may criticize the actions.
You may see the temper rising and recoil at the reactions.
But deep inside my frame, you don’t know what’s going on.
You don’t see the battle waging between my flesh and the Son.
My patience now is waning; my temper’s gaining fire.
While the Holy Spirit loses ground, here come my old desires!
Around me pressure’s building; there’s no hope anywhere!
And in my time of greatest need, I forget the weapon of prayer.
The battle now is over. Defeat is in the air.