You can paralyze me - but for only a moment.
You can fill me with fear and doubt, but it won't stick.
You can spend the rest of my life fighting to shackle me,
but don't you see?
You've already lost.

And I'll admit... there are times you bring me to my knees in despair.
But don't you see too,
that you are driving me to the one you are trying to keep me from?

So break me, please.
Leave me to bleed,
take this life, and leave it in pieces.
It will only give Him more reason to fill it,
to mend it,
to transform it.

To make it beautiful.