It took my mind’s money. It pilfered my time. That I gave it all my heart, was my biggest crime.

As I speak, it’s storming -inside and outside. I may weep, but lift my chin, and in the truth abide.

I am mi-rac-u-lous. I am where it’s at.
I own the night, I own the day -whatchu think ’bout that?

I no longer worry. I’ve seen the mountaintop! When I wish to walk your way, my Great God helps me stop.