and when the dancing stops
i fall back onto my knees
face buried in my humble hands
i forgot how it felt to be weep

and as i stand vulnerable
out of my mouth comes prayer
and i felt faith stir in my spirit
i forgot the supernatural power of a desperate cry to the Almighty

oh Jesus, You're my only source of strength.
Break my heart for what breaks Yours.
Break me Lord.
Break me.

"The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us." Romans 8:15-18