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.
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