There is a war being waged in my heart
The enemy has struck and made his mark
A ship swaying to the hurricane of thoughts
In combat I prepare for another shot
I begin to drown from the endless hits
Of emptiness and destitute
The thoughts of incompleteness
The ongoing flood of restlessness
Incomparable the Lord made me
But in my mind all I see
Is an ever growing amount
Of the superiority of those around
I look in the mirror and see unworthy
I see unqualified and I see guilty
I see a lack of gentleness
And the disbelief in faithfulness
Wavering to the storm around me
I cry out for an ounce of relief
My lungs begin to cry out
As I silently try to shout
But then He reaches out His hand
He draws me closer to land
And in the desert He hears me
At the breaking point I become free
He restores the breath in my lungs
And releases my grip as I clung
He reminds me He’s in my storm
And only in the storm can I be transformed
He opens my eyes to my worth
The gem He made me since birth
It was Jesus who deemed me enough
And saw past my wretched stuff
He made me into new wine,
Looked me in the eye and said, “she’s mine”
Finally, He calls me home
After all, the war has already been won.
