My Enemy Is Done

Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
When you look around do you see what I see though my eyes?
A sun set, a moonrise, a soaring bird and it's beautiful cries.
Can you hear it, can you see it, do you know what I mean?
Do you see His face in the mountains, and the trees?
His love is so evident, His grace is so clear.
When the Lord's in your heart, you got nothing to fear.

The truth must break every lie, even the ones that I, I tell myself.
The Spirit can't move, I heard my flesh say.
But I'm proven wrong everyday.

Why be afraid to feel, and before the King why be afraid to kneel?
Why be afraid to feel?

My enemy is done. Our enemy is done...
But in many forms now...
Distraction, inhibition, fear of man, depression, repression, inner-tension.
My own translation.

My heart of stone is gone, I know.
But day to day to day the calluses grow.
Rage of a mad man resides in this way.
I got put him to death today, put him away today, I say.

Why be afraid to feel, and before the King why be afraid to kneel?
Why be afraid to feel?