I am what I am
because of what has formed me

Just like a rock I to smooth out with the storm
I get washed away like dirt on the shore

Like a diamond I get better through the pressure
I can weather the storm with God in my heart

Shaped and molded
Crafted and crushed

Broken and bruised
Battered and torn

Never the less I shall rise
Like the ashes of a phoenix

I will rise and be firm in the storm
Because my eyes are fixed on God