It must be You

If there's anything good in me at all, it is You.

It must be You.

The fiery waves that overcame me, the solid rock that sustained me,

The tears that flowed with brokenness, the rain that rushed with freshness,

Why do You think I'm qualified? What is in me that You are willing to sustain?

I have died over and over again, nearly a thousand deaths,

But I'm still alive, miraculously.

It must be You.