Bled out on the floor before you. Life has taken it all away from me. Lacerations scar my body, my soul. Whipped and beaten, Barely keeping my head from the floor. Cold winter blasts Chills down to the bones Curled up like a child I cry out to you. Emotional Scars Crack through my chest Heart exposed They give out their lashings. Then now I stand Beaten, bruised, and scared Nothing else can be done to me What has my enemy to say now? As a dead man walking in their sight For the first time truly alive Caring little for what they think Your lashings have no effect on me now. The beast within me roars Giving new life through the ashes of seeming defeat I wake up to life, not innocent or light But raw, true, and unwavering beneath. What power can you have over a dead man? My flesh is already gone Where this life resides cannot be touched What drives me to triumph has no concept of defeat. An offering to my God, I yet stand! His glory overshadows the universe. By His word alone, I rise or I fall. An offering to my God, I yet stand!