Defeat is not an option

Haunted by my own poor choices

I am crashing on the ground

I don't know how to fix this

Or to restore my calm

I've stopped counting the reasons

I'm on my face again

I had enough of "what if's"

They will not fix the pain...

I'm sorry, dear Father

So sorry for my mess

I wish that I could fix it

Rather than just confess

But I can't fix my problems

Or change all that I've done

I can just sit here waiting

And hope that You're not gone

"Gone where?", I hear You asking

"Where would you have Me go?

I told you I'll never leave you

And I will make you grow.

What do you think will stop Me?

Your mess? You face flat on the ground?

Do you think this will stop Me 

From giving you a crown?

Have you forgot already

What I told you before?

That mountains might be shaking

But I won't let you go.

If you forgot, remember!

And get back on your feet.

And understand this, daughter

WE DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT!

"Never leave you nor forsake you...though the mountains may fall or the hills be removed." (Hebrews 13:5, Isaiah 54:10)