Sometimes you feel weak
You feel tired
You took a hit... and the wind's been knocked right out of you
But your a fighter
You might bend but you won't break
No weapon formed against you will prosper
And every tongue that rises against you in judgement 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 riches in glory
I don't need a weapon I am one
Stronger then 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 then a conqueror
Death where is your sting