When I step out on the battlefield
knowing not the battle I'll face that day
I stand assured - His presence I can feel
wounded and broken - in the battle I'll stay

Sometimes I feel the darts' cold steel
as it slips through weakness in my armor
each layer of weakness, back He doth peel
weeding out unkind thoughts I harbor

Ill equipped, in the battle's fray
in my hand, of my weapons take stock
the enemy comes on with gay sashay
and at my weakness he does mock

But when I look to Him, whose battle this is
and I see the mighty weapons His
all I know to do is let go the block
for in my hand, is a Rock

You come to me with a curse and a sword
but I come to you with the Name of the Lord
for in Him, His Name is a strong tower
in Him everlasting and unfailing power!

No, I admit, the battle ground is uneven
the power in myself - I'm dis-believin'
but in faith I see the enemy drop!
'cuz . . . All I Have - Is A ROCK!