My Soul looks back and wonder how I made it over, I mean my praise would get higher but my spirit would get lower

A spiritual warfare is what  I found myself to be in but with the world's weapons of warfare there was no way that I can win

You see my spirit got tired and my Soul needed rest, I was a natural disaster, I was a spiritual mess

But I fought, I scratched I crawled to get this place but I stand with much humility no shame no disgrace

But I still have my struggles I'm still fighting if you please, I'm still learning his ways but my SOUL is resting at ease and my SOUL,

My SOUL thirst after thee, I lift it up, I lift my SOUL up to thee,

Oh God wash me, that I may be whiter than snow, God purge me that I may come out as pure gold, God make me righteous Lord make me ProsperoSoul

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