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I was made for war My hands are soft, my lungs are weak I was made for war I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh I was made for war My mind………my mind……………… It still contains the coal Hot, burning, aware, remembering that I was made for war My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns I feel it whisper, because I was made for war Lord, Oh my Lord Harden my hands Open my lungs Discipline my mind and Teach me to starve my flesh Because I was made for war. [Ephesians 6:12-13]
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
I was made for war
I was made for war My hands are soft, my lungs are weak I was made for war I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh I was made for war My mind………my mind……………… It still contains the coal Hot, burning, aware, remembering that I was made for war My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns I feel it whisper, because I was made for war Lord, Oh my Lord Harden my hands Open my lungs Discipline my mind and Teach me to starve my flesh Because I was made for war. [Ephesians 6:12-13]
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
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