Lord, my battle scars are many and my medals must be few   For in the midst of conflict raging, so often I've failed You   But somehow You've kept me standing, You picked me up each time I'd fall   You don't cast out wounded soldiers, You just love them through it all      Chorus:   One day all the soldiers will go home   They'll cease fighting, for the battle will be won   As the Captain says, "Well done, you've fought the fight, the race is run   Wounded soldier, the war is over, welcome home         In my heart I am a victor, yet at times the flesh is weak   So often I have begged Your grace lest I go down in defeat   It's then I recall that battle that was fought by You alone   As Your blood ran from that rugged cross, our victories were won      Chorus      Words and Music by Gerald Crabb