Spoken Word

I am made in God’s own mold,
Divine in form, refined and bold.
He breathed in dust—and life began,
Now His breath moves through this man.

The voice that spoke, “Let there be...”
Now softly whispers, “Let ME be.”

I speak—my words are not in vain,
I move through grace, not bound by chain.
With Christ beside me, I arise,
My truth, my guide, forever wise.

Exceedingly, abundantly,
His power works inside of me.
I’m more than enough, I lack no thing,
Abundance flows in everything.

No darkness dims the light I bear—
God within makes me aware.
I walk in wealth, not for show,
But to fulfill the seeds I sow.

This is my time—
By faith, I climb.