I come to You and I pray That everyday, all day You give me strength No man can take away
And so, I'll live this life for You I'll even die for You But you died for me So that I won't have to
Pumping poison in my veins Definition of insane Mom and dad stressed out What's going through my brain
Somebody slap me That's not the way I was raised But you prayed, and I prayed And we prayed, then we praised
And the chains began to break And then God released His grace And I went from overcoming To this home called Faith
I gotta thank my daddy For staying up in my face Slowed down after 12 steps He told me "Pick up the pace"
I made the discovery God is my recovery I'll depend on Him I can feel His spirit hovering
A good work has begun In the name of God the Son And when this life is finished I want to hear "Well done"
My brothers hold no remorse Get to the Source Make amends And when this journey is finished Remember... It don't begin till it end Seen it again and again and again and again I decrease so You can increase And let the church say AMEN
May the Lord bless, may the Lord keep No I'm not just an addict, I'm the son of a King
I'm trying to make it as a winner Though I'm comfortable as a sinner I spring into summer I fall into winter
Tribulations and trials In the streets going wild Give me an inch I'll take a mile I had to regress back to a child
It gets hard being grown It gets hard being alone It gets hard reaping a harvest Unintentionally sown
Lord give me a reason For this time, for this season Put your spirit in me Make it so appeasing
I've never seen the righteous forsaken Though this life can be painstaking Faithful and true You're always remaining Enemy enmity, it's me, life's shaken
I have a song no angel in heaven can sing The blood gave me life, the blood got me clean He did it for you and me, all saints rejoice I am redeemed, I have unspeakable joy I smile in the valley of the shadow of death I praise Him on high with every living breath Somebody ought to be glad, lift up your hands God raised Jesus from the dead to wash away sin I was cleansed with blood, thick murky and red Dripping down His face, THORNS on his head I never knew what it meant, to be heaven sent To have a Holy Spirit I can call my best friend They call Him Prince of Peace, King of Kings The blood gives me a song no angel can sing
Today I’m embarking on a new journey. I finished my second rehab in the past two years and I’ve decided to document what goes through my mind creatively. My experience has lead to a closer relationship with God, so a lot of my “pieces” are going to be spiritually centered. I’m a little leery about being this transparent, because it’s not the image that I would have ever wanted to create for myself. However, it is what it is so I’ll make the best out of it with God being in control. Only time will tell. I added a little photo ‘treatment’ just for creative reasons.