I have been the wayward child I have questioned Sovereignty And had my share of doubt And though sometimes my prayers feel like They're bouncing off the sky The hand I hold won't let me go
On Christ the Solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand
Bitterness has plagued my heart My life has been like broken glass And I have kept the score Of all my shattered dreams and though it seemed My brokenness helped me to see It's grace I'm standing on
Has been a badge I've worn