You left me wounded and dying on life's battlefield.
You wanted my demise because I would never yield.
I stood up, with time my wounds were healed
but all your dirty little secrets time it revealed.
You deemed me unworthy and proclaimed, I was weak
yet there is a difference when I want to stay meek.
They are words of love which I chose to speak
and if you strike me down, I will offer my cheek.
Take care I implore you with your misplaced animosity
before your discord and anger you direct straight at me.
There are none so blind as those who cannot see
through the blood of my Savior, I've won victory.