Every day I wake up, I have to choose to believe
that love runs deeper than pain,
that freedom is stronger than bondage and mercy is bigger than fear.
I wake up and look full into the face of the Creator.
I choose to discard loneliness and heartache.
I choose to fall again onto His promises.
Joy comes in the morning.
His blood speaks a better word.
I can either be weighed down by my insecurities
or I can choose to walk above them.
No longer do I live under a spirit of bondage.
I am free, even when my heart aches.
There is beauty to capture far beyond my hurting.
Take me there.