Sometimes you feel weak
You feel tired, you took a hit, and the wind's been knocked right outta ya
But you're a fight, you might bend but you won't break
No weapon formed against you will prosper
And every tongue that rises against you in judgment will be condemned
You can't move me, I know what I'm fighting for
Pressed but not crushed, bruised but not broken
My God will meet my needs according to His and glory
I don't need a weapon, I am one
Stronger that I ever was
There's a fire in me that can't be quenched
No giant, no army can keep me from my destiny
I have been chosen, strong and courageous
He lights my path, my sleep is sweet, I am more than a conquer
Death, where is your sting?