Pick myself up; Pay closer attention
Not a victim
Everything crashes on me,
World turns upside down.
But I keep my head lifted up.
Knowing sometime light will shine.
Casted out and beaten down,
Bruised up and badly wounded.
But I will keep breathing,
Knowing He’s there for me.
Still Small Wise Voice
When I knew something was wrong,
When I knew I needed to pull the brakes,
When I knew I needed to slow down,
I knew it was the still small wise voice.
The times I knew how to decide,
The times I knew what to choose,
The times I knew what’s right to do,
I knew it was the still small wise voice.
Oh, what will I achieve?
How far will I go?
What will become of me?
If it wasn’t for the still small wise voice.
