In one act of violence, my spirit was trapped.
The enemy thought he won, but he kept coming back.
Time after time, the offense was repeated.
Each time, I simply retreated.
Farther and farther into the shell.
Farther and farther into a living hell.
The tables turned, it was my shame that haunted.
Ashamed of what happened, of what you'd think.
I didn't want anyone to see my real face.
So in into the shell, the more I huddled.
Inside the shell, I did struggle.
Never peeking out, always hiding.
Until one day I felt Your prodding.
Every so gentle You came calling.
With Your patience and kindness.
You knew what I needed.
And, little by little You showed me the way.
Out into a life, where I don't know the way.
So here I stand knowing, knowing just one thing.
That You are my Savior and You know the way.
The Way Everlasting, the only way home.
The Way You are taking me, taking me home.