Do I parish from this brick to my brain? Stuck in between this writing game.
This is my life, structured not planned.
Saved from the recourse of shame.
I need not be rescued by anyone of flesh.
Almighty and powerful much bigger than life.
My sole provider is inside me.
My teacher, my savior, protector from strife.
He has saved me from harm every time that I call.
His promises never fail me whenever I may fall.
Strap on His armor, His breastplate of faith, such valor.
His helmet for hope of salvation.
Lift my hands high He hears me even louder.
I’ve praised You through my storms
You’ve never left my side.
The eyes of my heart have opened far and wide.