Mikhail Bennett - Rising From the Broken

There was grace to pull me through.
I'm rising from the broken, every scar becomes a song.
Every word He spoken gave me strength to carry on.
I'm rising from the broken, now I see where I belong.
There were days I couldn't stand to pray,
Felt too far gone to ever find my way.
But love reached down into my darkest place and lifted up this weather-weary face.
When the weight was more than heavy,
When my faith was wearing thin, there was mercy waiting,
Ready to restore my soul again.