2 Corinthians 2

Pressure builds like clouds in the sky

Tears fall heavy but I don't ask why

Weakness speaks louder than my pride

In the cracks of my soul His love resides

Storms come fierce winds gonna howl

I'm lost in the dark but He lights my mile

Every scar I wear every pain I've bled

Is a canvas for the grace He’s spread

Chains of despair try to hold me down

But his mercy breaks through no chains are bound

In the valley of hurt I still find peace

His love's my armor my soul’s release

I stumble I trip I cry I crawl

But His hand’s on me I feel ten feet tall

In my lowest moments I see His plan

He molds me gently with His holy hand

I thought I had to fight alone but His strength becomes my throne

Through my weakness He's shown

Strength in the weakness power in the fall

When I can't stand He carries it all

In the shadow of trouble His comfort's my call

Strength in the weakness I'm never too small

Second Corinthians

I carried stones in my chest heavy and cold

Built a wall so high couldn't see the fold

But love's like water breaks through the cracks

Turns the bitter to sweet no looking back

You called me out of the dark I couldn't run

A spark of grace lit me brighter than the sun

Forgiveness ain't soft it's the strongest chain

Binding hearts that were shattered by pain

We're mending we're bending bridges we burn

From ashes to beauty the lessons we've learned

I saw a mirror but the glass was cracked

Reflections of a life that the past attacked

But I'm giving up the fight to hold on to me

Pouring out my soul like an offering free

I'm a vessel I'm a flame I'm a heartbeat still

Living for a purpose bending to His will

Every step every breath I'm laying it down

A crown for a cross I'm heaven bound

We're reconciled flames rising from the dust

Unity's the fire burning through the rust

Love's the anthem echoing wide

In this living sacrifice I lay down my pride

Second Corinthians

Cracked and worn, a vessel frail,

Just clay I am, through wind and gale.

But in this form, so weak and bare,

A priceless treasure I do bear.

It shines within, a light so bright,

Dispelling shadows, day and night.

Though trials come, and storms may rage,

This treasure calms, turns a new page.

I'm just a jar, simple and plain,

Yet filled with grace, easing all pain.

The glory's not in what you see,

But in the power that lives in me.

So let me break, if that's the way,

To show the world this light of day.

For in my weakness, God is strong,

His love revealed in every song.

Second Corinthians