All that experience was nothing but tough
All that I had was never enough
Apathy reigned in my heart and my soul
All that experience sure took its toll.
Living on fear, depression was king
All that I had was a talent to sing.
Devoid of all feeling my music was stale,
I never could do it, my fear was to fail.
Then Jesus came sweetly to purchase my life,
He buried my body and buried my strife;
And up from the coffin this new girl arose,
Created anew and freed from all foes.
No longer depressive, no longer alone,
With no more a heart that's turned to a stone.
Feeling flows freely and love has come in,
With Jesus my Saviour I only can win.
