My flesh seeks to drown me—  
And by me,  
I mean my Spirit.  

Give the flesh a chance,  
And you'll sink into the depths of depression.  
Your spirit begins to fade,  
And when I say fade,  
I mean the whispers of despair  
That tempt you toward the edge.  

Urgh!  
Get over it!  
Life isn’t over.  
Jesus loves you.  

His joy surpasses all understanding.  
Just open your heart  
And receive the fullness of His peace.  

Oh, what an amazing feeling—  
To be lifted by His grace.

Am I a poet,  
Or a scribbler,  
Doodling imaginations to writings?  

Am I a scribbler,  
Or a narrator,  
Voicing my thoughts to books?

Am I a narrator,  
Or His mouthpiece,  
Sounding the burden of His heart?  

Gifted am I,  
Not to my worth,  
But to His glory.

I am His vessel,  
Filled with His Spirit,  
Speaking His burdens to men.

I am His.

I see this far, and He has carried me,  
I stand encouraged, renewed, and free.  

I see this far, and here I stand—  
A testament to grace, by His hand.  

I see this far,  
What once were stumbling blocks,  
Now stepping stones, leading to today.  

I see this far,  
And I know, without doubt,  
I am never alone—  
He walks beside me,  
He lives within me.  

This far,  
By Grace.