Can't take me.

Every time I look around now you are trying your hardest to push me down; you're trying to break me , but you can't take me. You don't want to face me because you can't even get me, out of the thoughts in your head, constantly racing, you can't control your own mind. What makes you think you can shake me. My faith is powerful because Jesus saved me and I know who created me, God is so amazing the details of how he shaped me, and all the gifts he gave me. I know you're jealous but as much as you hate me there is still a little piece of goodness inside of you that is in love with all I am and he is wondering how do I know that no matter what I face I am free and