Son of the one who won
It's not my Strength.
It's your Power.
It's not my ability,
It's your anointing.
It's not through strategy,
But through your spirit.
It's not control,
But through surrender.
Im no contender,
I just have the most powerful defender.
I'm insecure, you reassure.
I doubt myself, for me, you did not doubt to give yourself.
I second-guess, but you're there through my distress.
By this world's rules, I can't play chess.
But the victory is already yours; I don't have to guess.
It has been done,
You've already won,
Jesus, you're the one,
Who bestowed on me my title as his Son.
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