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.