What you meant to hurt meHas only built me up
When you meant to cut me
The knife only got stuck
In the thickness of my faith and the man I call my rock
Jehovah! Narrated a story that you were only a second in
Your part was only meant to foil my character and move the plot along
I still stride with my head high, singing praises in song
Don’t get me wrong
It hurt for a minute as your thorns pierced my side
But Jesus hurt on the cross and His spirit did not die
You tried to kill my flesh but I’m operating on orders from the most high
My faith helps me to keep things in place
So the worldly and spirit realms do not cross blurred lines
So when you think of me
And try to figure out how I’m still standing tall
Just know I serve a mighty God and he deals out justice for All
And when I think of you and get down on my knees
I pray forgiveness for both of us and then thank Him for saving me.
Living Life Creatively 