My soul cries out from the depths of me—its plea has always been to be set free!
It’s the part of me that has always sought—amid troubled waters, it has always fought.
My soul cries out from the depths of me—it never gives in to any dismal end!
It prides itself upon reaching high—even when something inside says “you can’t beat the odds.”
My soul cries out from the depths of me—swimming in the mire of the roaring sea.
It competes against darkness triumphing over me!
Were it not for the conflicts of my soul—the depths of me would have no plea; and my soul could not be set free.
I could not climb to higher heights—if the depths of me beheld no fight.
It’s because I fight from the depths of me—that I see triumph in view!
My soul sees higher heights that it desires to pursue!
The triumph that my soul sees—reveals greater aspects of me!
It can’t be defeated by mire, dismal ends, or the roaring sea—it’s the aspect of me that soars; the aspect of me that’s free!
My soul has been redeemed—thus that aspect of me comes forth, to be its creative self!
It soars above the depths of me—amid heights my soul longed to climb.
That aspect of me is my spirit—and it can’t be confined!
Its purpose is to flourish—that’s its original design!
My spirit is free to be—all that it was meant to be; it dances in its creativity and paints with its ingenuity!
It reveals traits of its creator—its being the “I am” that it is, amid the heights that it soars!
My soul and my spirit inspire me!