I can feel you breathing down my neck. I can hear the lies you tell. It’s like a weight that cripples me and makes it feel like hell.
I know you’re fighting hard, but you’re fighting against a battle I know too well.
You see I’m no stranger to this prison wall. Where you tell me I’m not worthy of greatness and I’m going to fall.
But do you not know who my creator is? Who gave it all? Who hears me weap and saved us all?
He picks up my ashes and breathes life into this tired and weary soul. He’s made me strong and courageous and with a heart of gold.
Lord please drown out the voices that tell me I’m no good. Heal these wounds with your loving blood!
I refuse to go out like this. I was created for more. To walk the path of righteousness and tell the world.
Jesus, lover of my soul. Please don’t ever let me go. I know you’ve won this battle and are sitting on the throne!
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