III · THE STORY
HIGH
01
A PRAYER
A cry out to God — to be lifted above the things that keep my soul anchored to this world; the things that hold me down, that keep me in shame and destructive cycles.
02
I FELT STUCK LIKE STONE
and the devil's claws had left their mark all over me — scratched in one by one, until the names almost started to look like mine.
03
A DECLARATION IN A QUESTION
As I continue to look to You — will You continue to restore, rebuild, and renew?
Pull me apart and lift the pieces
I AM ABLE