Tested by the fire, surrounded by heat,
pure diamonds manifest, no time to retreat.
It's hard for a soilder, alone like a straw
, but the glory belongs to God's , and so do all of my wars.
I pray that the angels guide me and stay beside me when I am weak,
that they protect me and my family and all of my peeps.
This path is real narrow, walking on dental floss,
asking God why me? trying to figure my flaws.
Trying to seek all my errors, instead of counting my blessings,
I'm only human and wrestling with this flesh thats batteling.
But the glory belongs to God, and so do my wars,
