There is light at the end of my tunnel.
No more shame, no guilt, no oppression. Just infinite lessons on the inheritance of praise and abiding in God’s presence.
For such a long time, I
couldn’t see the light –
thought I just might die
with no smile, no light inside.
But here I am,
A survivor of many
Yet my trials haven’t beat me down
They’ve molded me so I can wear my crown;
And I’m standing tall in His grace.
Yes, there is light at the end of my tunnel.
Dont know where its coming from, but I’m waiting on it with open arms, open heart, and open mind.