This battle on the ground is
not my final one.
Any troubles here
last just awhile.
The world can try, but
never get my soul's embrace.
My Jesus lives inside.

So when I get discouraged
on the battlefield,
Weary of the fight,
I lift my eyes.
I see your face,
and all the worries, Lord,
you take them from my mind,
You are my saving grace!

Not today, world.
I'm not yours to have.
Not today,
for I am His alone.
Any victory,
you may have over me,
will not destroy.
I still have joy!
My Father's on the throne!

When trials come and chase me
on the battlefield,
I'm tempted to give in
and blame you, Lord.
I ask you why.
You dry my eyes
and all the burdens, Lord
you help me carry them,
and point me to the skies!

He won the battle on the cross.
Paid the price to set me free!
The world no longer gets to
have a hold on me.
The battle's done.
I see the Son!
He won the victory!


Sooo...not Today, World...