Austin Joyce & Christopher Syncere - WAR WITH GOD

Aye
They say the quick to blame, always throwing stones
That's why the enemy tryna show my woes
There ain't that much to life, but to give my own
Aye, in this war with God I'ma hold my own
Aye, aye
I'ma hold my own
Battle of the flesh and Spirit, God gon steer the boat
Aye, aye
I'ma hold my own
Put to death my stress and fear and God gon clear the ghosts
Oh, oh
Ima hold my Own
Own, own, own
Oh, oh
Ima hold my Own
Own, own, own

Push down all the hate
I can't take no more
Gave the enemy a mirror
Just to show him what's in store
Future looking grim
But mine is riding high with the Lord
Got a Big Three on this team
To round my core
Got me tripping in the Glades, like the maze runner
Had me thinking I was rising, but I'm way under
Seeking refuge in the Lord, better take cover
He be blocking out the storm, like a rain gutter
He be giving me new life, like a newborn
Keep me swimming in His waters, never lukewarm
Please Lord come abide in me
Inside of me
Till my hearts is fully yours

Aye
They say the quick to blame, always throwing stones
That's why the enemy tryna show my woes
There ain't that much to life, but to give my own
Aye, in this war with God I'ma hold my own
Aye, aye
I'ma hold my own
Battle of the flesh and spirit
God gon steer the boat
Aye, aye
I'ma hold my own
Put to death my stress and fear
And God gon clear the ghosts
Oh, oh
Ima hold my Own
Own, own, own
Oh, oh
Ima hold my Own
Own, own, own

Aye, this for the times when the devil attempted to steal
Every last bit of joy in my heart
Joy in my heart
Yeah, almost went off of the rails
All alone in the dark
Where you gon go when your back on the ropes
And a world full of Christians is hoping you fall
Aye, fall
I got nowhere I can fall, except right in His arms
Clout chasing, mind racing
My patience, been faded
Stop playing, my Savior's
Way more than likes, saves, and rap playlists
Ya'll gaining, aye
Stop claiming false statements
Ya'll say bout God's favor
on my life, there's more to life
than pride and hype
I'm glad to fight
For what is right
In Heaven's sight

Aye
They say the quick to blame, always throwing stones
That's why the enemy tryna show my woes
There ain't that much to life, but to give my own
Aye, in this war with God I'ma hold my own
Aye, aye
I'ma hold my own
Battle of the flesh and Spirit, God gon steer the boat
Aye, aye
I'ma hold my own
Put to death my stress and fear and God gon clear the ghosts
Oh, oh
Ima hold my Own
Own, own, own
Oh, oh
Ima hold my Own
Own, own, own

Written by:
Austin Joyce, Christopher Syncere

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