My feet were neither blistered nor bleeding
He gave me sanctuary and hope in my loss
He allowed me to live, a reason for breathing
My soul is imperfect, I need to be forgiven
I need a savior, a purpose to live, to survive
And should I mourn, should I be grieving
I have the morning to remind me to live
For the dark of the night will pass
With light of the day,
redeeming
