It was when I was almost dead,
that you taught me how to really live.
It was when I was on the ground,
that you gave me the strength to get up.
When I was just a flicker of a flame,
you blew life into my fire and made it roar.
And when I lay there crumpled and small,
you promised you'd be there through it all.
There's still a long way to go,
but I look back now on this road I've taken,
I see the two sets of footprints,
and I know your promise remains unbroken.
Isaiah 42:3 / A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench; He will bring forth justice for truth.