Some days I want to throw in the towel, some days my life seems a foul. Some days it seems that all is lost, like the fight I fight is not worth the cost. It is these days when there is no hope, no strength to breath or even cope, When God's glory shines ever so bright, My lord, my savior steps in to fight. Regardless of the past or where I've been, my mistakes, my pride and all of my sin. It saddens me, and he even more, that I waited to call till I was on the floor. Relying on myself to stand in the gap, Only to fall into Satan's death trap. Even though my heart has been torn to pieces, my armor smashed into dents and creases, I turn on my back and look up to the cross, My beginning, my end, my driver of dross. There my lord holds out his hand, lifts me to my feet so that I can stand. I am humbled again by his amazing grace. And tears flow freely down my face. My trials and my pain melt away, and in his power, I will fight another day.