Because Jesus thought so much of you,to place you in my way,I found redemption, and as I sit with my butter pecan coffee each sip reminds me that grace drives a wheelchair

Tears and prayers of my parents stored by God, we’re released When you speak,the world of Satan trembles, and my heart and soul stand as a soldier at attention and yet as a subject to the lord kneeling in gratitude

You are my hero,not in the way of capes or crowns,but in the simple act of being a lighthouse in the fog, carrying His light drawing me back from the precipice of death and eternal loss

I am forever in your debt because Jesus thought so much of my soul ,that He’d allow your trials because I am the one whom He left the ninety and nine for