They called it ruin, wreck, and waste – my life that was…
But I was walking into grace.
The smoke they saw was burning lies,
While I looked upward, I cleared my eyes
I walked through the smoke, the heat, and the ash – but not alone…
Christ met me where the flames had grown.
He didn’t flinch, With outstretched hand He pulled me free,
And rewrote all my history.
So let them talk – I serve the King,
Not bound by guilt or suffering.
My life is His, made clean, made new,
Flames of mercy burning through.