My Only Comfort

[Verse 1]
When the world whirls wild as a whirlwind untamed,
and the night presses close like a thief unrestrained,
when the feed never sleeps and silence steals breath,
what single comfort can anchor my soul from death?
I am not my own. Body, breath, heart, and bone…
I belong to Jesus Christ, my Savior enthroned.
He purchased me wholly; His crimson blood flowed
like a river redeeming every debt that I owed.
He shattered sin’s shackles with thunderous might,
guards me so fiercely that not one hair takes flight
unless my good Father in heaven commands.
Every tear, every tempest He bends with His hands,
turns sorrow to seed in the soil of my soul.
His Spirit, a flame, whispers eternal life’s goal
and kindles the fire to live for Him bold.
Yet comfort blooms fully when three truths entwine:
misery’s mirror, deliverance’ shine,
and gratitude’s garden where grace intertwines.
I stand before God’s holy law like a mirror of ice,
its edges unyielding, demanding perfection’s price.
“Love without limit,” it thunders and calls,
yet I stumble like shadows, I falter and fall.
I deserve the full storm of the judgment I’ve sown.
[Chorus]
This is my comfort: not fleeting fame’s fire,
not safety’s soft shadow or status’ desire.
Only this anchor, steady and sure.
I belong… I belong… I belong to Christ.
[Verse 2]
But God, like a king stepping down from His throne,
descended in mercy, wrapped in flesh, flesh and bone.
Jesus—true God and true man in one flame—
lived the flawless life I could never attain.
He walked our weary roads, bore the cross like a crown,
carried my curse till the sky cracked and frowned.
Death clutched Him tightly, its jaws cold and grim,
yet the grave lost its grip when the morning broke in.
He rose like the dawn, victorious and vast;
now the Judge is my Brother. The verdict is past.
I stand adopted, forgiven, set free.
So now I live different—not earning, but echoing love.
I honor the Sabbath when hurry howls loud,
cherish my family like roots in the ground.
I speak truth in the tempest when lies taste so sweet,
forgive without limit… again and repeat.
Baptism still marks me, a seal on my skin;
the Table still feeds me with grace from within.
I pray with assurance the Father bends near,
and the church, like a chorus, lifts voices when fear
clouds my vision and whispers that I am alone.
This confession from centuries past still resounds
through algorithm’s roar and anxiety’s bounds.
In 2026 it still beats in my chest:
I belong… I belong… I belong to Christ.
In life’s golden dawn and in death’s quiet night,
in joy’s soaring wings and in sorrow’s deep tide,
completely, forever, with nothing denied.
[Chorus]
This is my comfort: not fleeting fame’s fire,
not safety’s soft shadow or status’ desire.
Only this anchor, steady and sure.
I belong… I belong… I belong to Christ.

90's Boom Bap Influenced Christian hip-hop, uplifting & soulful, acoustic guitar & piano, choir vocals for chorus, male