Yield “Him” Some Time

I marched with banners woven of my pride,

To fight the battles raging in my chest.

I sought the heights with no one as my guide,

And found but shadows, failure, and unrest.

But then I heard the Spirit softly plead:

"Lay down your sword and let the Father lead."

We struggle,toil, wrestle and climb, but,

we just have to kneel sometimes.

He promised, all that we need in this life,

if, only we’d yield some time

I dropped the weight of heavy, rusted mail,

The armor of a self-reliant mind.

I learned that where my frantic efforts fail,

His perfect peace is waiting there to find.

For victory is not a prize I seize,

It is a gift received upon my knees.

We struggle,toil, wrestle and climb, but,

we just have to kneel sometimes.

He promised, all that we need in this life,

if, only we’d yield some time

The walls of Jericho began to shake,

Not by the power of a human hand,

But by the silence that the faithful make

When they obey a King’s divine command.

To lose my will is not to lose the day;

It is to clear the thorns and find the Way.

We struggle,toil, wrestle and climb, but,

we just have to kneel sometimes.

He promised, all that we need in this life,

if, only we’d yield some time

So let the storm clouds gather in the sky,

And let the giants mock me from the hill.

I have an Advocate who dwells on high,

Whose strength is perfected when I am still.

I bow my head, the surrender is complete,

And find my triumph at the Savior’s feet.

We struggle,toil, wrestle and climb, but,

we just have to kneel sometimes.

He promised, all that we need in this life,

if, only we’d yield some time