[Verse 1] Eighteen, woke up in a haze of white, Sirens still echoin’ through the night. Four breaks in my neck, ribs cracked like glass, Lungs drownin’ slow, breath barely pass. They flew me south on a wing and a prayer, Crane lifted me gentle, like I wasn’t there. Room went quiet, door clicked shut, First time alone, and the silence cut. [Pre-Chorus] Couldn’t scratch an itch, couldn’t shift the ache, Every small mercy the world used to make— Gone in a heartbeat, stripped to the bone, Left me starin’ at heaven, finally alone. [Chorus] I said, “Lord Jesus, You’re all I’ve got left.” He whispered back soft, “Son, you never were bereft. I was the air in your lungs, the beat in your chest, I’m the beginning, the middle, the end of your quest.” Walk or roll, rise or fall— If I’ve got Jesus, I’ve got it all. [Verse 2] Used to beg for legs, for a working hand, To hold my own spoon, to simply stand. But in that still room, scales fell away, Every plea turned to worship, every fear to praise. Smiled through the pain while the nurses cried, They couldn’t figure why joy wouldn’t die. Faith ain’t a feeling, it’s a root that holds, When the storm tears the branches, the tree still grows. [Chorus] I said, “Lord Jesus, You’re all I’ve got left.” He whispered back soft, “Son, you never were bereft. I was the road underneath, the sky up above, I’m the Author of healing, the Author of love.” Walk or roll, rise or fall— If I’ve got Jesus, I’ve got it all. [Bridge] Months of iron will and fire in the bones, Therapists shook heads, rewrote what they’d known. First step shook the floor, second shook the skies, Third step brought the whole room to tears in their eyes. No chart had a box for the kind of grace That lifts a boy broken and puts him in place. [Final Chorus] I said, “Lord Jesus, You’re all I’ve got left.” He answered with thunder in every breath: “I’m the miracle walking, the song in your soul, I’m the yes when they told you no, I’m the half that makes whole.” Wheelchair or wings, I’ll still stand tall— If I’ve got Jesus, I’ve got it all. [Outro] So here’s my witness, my living proof, Every scar sings glory, every step tells truth. From a bed in Atlanta to the streets I roam, I’m never alone—He carried me home.
