Why are the dreams in my sleep so twisted and dark
Yet secure and unassailable those that live in my heart
And I see the dedication in what you are diligent to try and pursue
But it will not shake the staying power of what I am anointed to do
Restful and still I stay in the palm of His hand
Firmness of purpose like a far reaching mountain I stand
Your insubstantial power doesn't even stem from out of you
Only He confirms what you can do and not do
A slave to your own worldly evil and never content enough
But I am saved and created carefully. Over filled is my cup
His heart for me is immense with absolutely no boundaries
From my finger tips to my toes the blood of Christ lives inside of me
