I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing with You, God
And live to fight another day
You finally broke me
This time You really
Knocked me to my knees
You got my attention
You rung my bell
Yeah, You stung me like a bee
Now you gotta know when
To throw the towel in
'Cause I'm tired of pain
And the taste of sufferin'
Of blood and sweat
When you get what's comin'
Of push and shove
Of boxing gloves
Of fisticuffs that test
The stuff you're made of
And I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing God
And live to fight another day
In the battle of wills
Your legs were stronger
Round after round
I swear Your arms kept gettin' longer
'N' longer 'n' longer
Up to the bitter end
I was goin' down swingin'
But I'm tired of pain
And the taste of sufferin'
Of blood and sweat
When you get what's comin'
Of push and shove
Of lacing up these gloves
Of fisticuffs that test
The stuff you're made of
And I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing with You, God
And live to fight another day
Okay You win
I won't get up again
'Cause I'm tired of pain
And the taste of sufferin'
Of blood and sweat
When you get what's comin'
Of push and shove
My face in Your glove
Of fisticuffs that test
The stuff you're made of
And I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing with You, God
And live to fight another day
And I'll be grateful just to crawl away
From boxing God
And live to breathe another day
From boxing with You, God
And live to fight another day
You finally broke me
This time You really
Knocked me to my knees
You got my attention
You rung my bell
Yeah, You stung me like a bee
Now you gotta know when
To throw the towel in
'Cause I'm tired of pain
And the taste of sufferin'
Of blood and sweat
When you get what's comin'
Of push and shove
Of boxing gloves
Of fisticuffs that test
The stuff you're made of
And I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing God
And live to fight another day
In the battle of wills
Your legs were stronger
Round after round
I swear Your arms kept gettin' longer
'N' longer 'n' longer
Up to the bitter end
I was goin' down swingin'
But I'm tired of pain
And the taste of sufferin'
Of blood and sweat
When you get what's comin'
Of push and shove
Of lacing up these gloves
Of fisticuffs that test
The stuff you're made of
And I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing with You, God
And live to fight another day
Okay You win
I won't get up again
'Cause I'm tired of pain
And the taste of sufferin'
Of blood and sweat
When you get what's comin'
Of push and shove
My face in Your glove
Of fisticuffs that test
The stuff you're made of
And I'll be thankful just to walk away
From boxing with You, God
And live to fight another day
And I'll be grateful just to crawl away
From boxing God
And live to breathe another day
( Layton Howerton )
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