My fears have been made real. And in them, I've become whole.
My deepest wounds have healed by trusting in Him alone.

Three years today. Three years, I have fought.
I've been battered and worn. Sold and Traded. But finally, I've been bought.

I was purchased with blood, resurrected by grace, every time I fell.
I fought so hard, lost so much, and wandered through my own hell.

I never had the weapons I needed. Never had the strength I pursued.
Starving in mind, spirit, and flesh, I could never find any food.

Angels came along the way to direct me where to go.
To lead me back to the One I know. Leading me back home.

The road was long. The journey was far. Several times, I lost my way.
Even now, my destination is far. But I've finally seen the break of day.

In faith, I'm being remade. With love, I've learned to rebuild.
With what I've lost and rediscovered, my heart has been refilled.