BATTLEFIELD

[verseode]

               

         Through the battlefield of life
         Where moth and rust do us decay
         We have a constant in our walk
         To which to cling to day by day
         He's the One who's seen it all
         Suffered greatly on the cross
         Knows what we are going through
         Whether gain or, sadly, loss.

         He has the power to comfort us
         When things go down the pan
         Remember, though, He is in charge
         He has devised a plan
         To give us life that's full and real
         Reflecting all He's at
         We're not protected from life's ills
         But He makes up for that.