Behold though art my father from my youth and though I fall I only know you. The one who brings me life through hell and strife so I’ll keep this belief that you are God and I’ll tell this to the world but they’ll think I’m odd. But I know that you are real and that you are forever. And I should always obey and to never doubt ever. Even your power to save or bringing lives from the grave and as I sit and ponder and contemplate I know I won’t lose sight in your way that is straight.

So, Father, hear me speak out while I give you a praise. Because to me you are good and you are not just a craze. Because I do cry to you and you make me warm and I do hurt for you and you calm my storm. You are a God of love even as calmness as the dove. For you are my heart and it keep beating through and though it slows down I will not for you. And though I do see I’m not as strong as thee I will do my best, as I will confess the rest. As this was and still is your promise in me.

And I know that your promises to me are real. Because I confessed what I could not do and I did heal. And though I know I am weak as man. In you I am strong because I know who I am but the ways of man have lead me to death but the way to you has gave me back breath. And so I’ll grow in strength toward your life because I know that your promises are stronger than strife. And I know that you know what I’ve been through and I do want to say I thank you.