Whether I rise like a storm
Or
Collapse beneath the weight of my own bones
I am the Lord’s.
Whether my voice thunders with faith
Or
Cracks under the pressure of doubt
I am the Lord’s.
He owns the breath in my lungs
The pulse in my wrist
The trembling in my chest
When the night tries to swallow me whole
If I live
Let my living roar His name
Through every wound I’ve carried
And
Every victory I’ve clawed my way toward
If I die
Let my dying fall like a final offering
A surrender into the hands
That have held me
When nothing else could
Every heartbeat
The fierce ones
The fractured ones
The ones that feel like war drums
And the ones that barely whisper
All of them belong to Him
I am the Lord’s.
In life
In death
In every breath in between