I’ll shrink myself so that everyone can see past the doubt and know that this is not about me.

I was born into a world of sin in a universe of grace. All my struggles have been shaping and changing me, reforming my face. I don’t want to be a better version of me just to feed my vanity. Change my name to the one that conquers graves, make me more like you. I am nothing without grace flowing through my veins. I am nothing without grace. Everything I have has been given to me.

My path has not led me here to exalt my own name. If I put myself on the pedestal this will have all been in vain. I’ve got a novel's worth of testimony infused within these notes and I’ll spill my guts until the day I die just to bring an ounce of hope. This is not about me. This is not about me. No man can ever attain the power of the cross; the name above all names. There’s a lot for me to learn and I don’t have all the answers but I know enough to know that I am only here because he conquered death. I know there’s beauty in the desert and there’s glory in the storm so I’ll keep my hands stretched to the sky and wait for the son to make me warm.

I am nothing without grace flowing through my veins. I am nothing without grace. Everything I have has been given to me. (x2)