The Conqueror

The Conqueror Singing like a songbird. Expressing the spoken word. Dancing on tippy toes Bowing at the end of the shows With a hurt that can’t be touched. God is my crutch. One moment calm. The next I’m in a raging storm. Praying myself up Never knowing when the storm will come Preparing for my overflowed cup Of misery and pain Only Jesus can keep me sane. Brilliantly mad, Uncontrollably sad. In the storm is where I will grow Pain; this is not your show I’m surrounded by this pain I know Jesus will fix me up again. Calculating equations Talking a legal persuasion Just being an average person The madness fools me like I’m fearsome. Through all of this Jesus is still in me. The greatness of him will set me free. Keep me holding on, Because he is the conqueror of my storm.