It's Not How We Fall That Defines

I Came To Christ In My Early 20s.

Friends Don't Get Jealous Of Each Other Or Begrudge The Other For Finding Success. They Celebrate Every Victory Together.

There Were Times When I Was So Sick Of Talking About The Bible.

Three Years? That's A Thousand Tomorrows, Ma'am.

I Tell Of Hearts And Souls And Dances... Butterflies And Second Chances; Desperate Ones And Dreamers Bound, Seeking Life From Barren Ground, Who Suffer On In Earthly Fate The Bitter Pain Of Agony Hate, Might But They Stop And Here Forgive Would Break The Bonds To Breathe And Live And Find That God In Goodness Brings A Chance For Change, The Hope Of Wings To Rest In Him, And Self To Die And So Become A Butterfly.