Death and darkness drown the room
As the limbs lay solemn and bare
No evidence of life
A heart filled with strife
The lies of the enemy boasting
Even Doctors and therapists with poor prognosis
Is this how it is always going to be?
I hate me.
Though your breath of fresh wind blows, oh Lord,
Speaking LIFE, only you can bring,
Into the depths of my soul
Because of your blood,
Because of your body,
Because of the sacrifice of your son on Calvary,
You love even me.
And your resurrection power and complete healing is mine for the claiming
Declaring and praising
Your promises awaiting
Satan has no hold
For Yours Lord I will forever be.
And in you I am truly free.
Mess 2 Masterpiece 