What am I, which is no longer,
lost in stormy seas unchanged?
But one weak as I now stronger,
curse to walk a world deranged.
I alone yet not alone;
with my love to atone.
I despite what I have become,
I condemn myself to death.
Henceforth why I am numb,
and to why, I give my dying breath.
One to rise yet one to fall,
on this morrow, I give my all.
Must this be but a journey within oneself,
a journey that was once long forgotten?
So that I may find myself,
for I in earth am rotten.
But I struggle with all devotion,
blinded by a single emotion.
I wander for greater purpose,
in a world departed from oneself,
I found myself in Jesus,
and through him, I healed myself.
Must this be fate, that I no longer lost?
T'was the blood of lamb that be the cost.