Conquered.
I am conquered.
My mind, heart, and soul are incense before you.
Placed on the altar, are all my actions.
There my head hits the floor, knees press the ground,
Do I dare look up at You?
So, I stare behind, shadow below.
O’ Light above,
Weighing down upon me.
I am conquered.
Battle in the Heavens!
I am servant to both armies!
I am a general for Lucifer, I am a prince of Christ!
Does this please you: fallen below?
Father Above?
Such a lost thought, back & forth, between Death and Life.
I am conquered.
Weaned, bent, twisted by my own hand?
O’ Sin, are you my master?
By God’s Grace, no!
Yet it was I who stripped You, we struck You!
Strip me, strike me!
You gave me keys to the kingdom.
I threw my heart to the fire.
O’ Sin,
I am yours—all of me.
All my wretchedness is yours.
I am con—No!
O’ Jesus!
I am yours—all of me.
All my wretchedness is yours!
Mercy Maker, Death Defiler, Grace Giver!
Cover me with all!
It is all far more than enough!
Victory is at hand!
I am conquered.
—Drew Seitz