I wanna make a name for myself But this tower is not to be built And I did not address You So You made us a messy tooth But God defies His own odds Because right after he made a promise And after hundreds of years He proved himself honest and clear
So donβt tell me quite now Iβm okay with that rouse now Because I found out the voucher A discount on our amount That prevents us from feeling A reinvented sort of seedlings A halfway sort of meeting Between everything and nothing Varying on if I feel something
The name we have for ourself is the Name of the Lord, whose wisdom surpasses all understanding, and whose peace is greater than anything we can conjure on our own. So Iβm joyful whenever I accept His Name as my own and allow it to define me, because thatβs when I find my wholeness