[Intro — Call] All glory to God! (All glory to God!) All glory to God! (All glory to God!) Listen—this is a testimony: He raised me from ruins. [Verse 1] Cold cell, iron bars biting midnight skin, Hospital light strobing—monitor’s hollow din. One round, bone and blood, a bullet sang my name, Suture thread and prayer, they mapped a different frame. Therapists with clipboards, eyes listing the odds, “Maybe,” they whispered, faith measured by the gods of men. First shaky letter on a page—my hand in a quake, Cracked textbook, crooked line, learning every stroke I’d take. Chapel light on concrete—Psalm pressed into fists, Step one, a wobble, then a step that insists. I had to learn to read the letters that spell my life, Learn to talk through the fog, push through the knife of night. [Pre-Chorus ] Every stitch, a scripture; every monitor a drum, Every falter turned a promise—He said I’d overcome. From gasps to gospel, from cell to open skies, I survive by grace—see the future in His eyes. [Chorus — Lead / Choir Call & Response] Lead: All glory to God — I survive by grace Choir: All glory to God! (All glory to God!) Lead: All glory to God — breath back in my face Choir: All glory to God! (All glory to God!) Lead: All glory to God — they said I’d never take a step Choir: All glory to God! (All glory to God!) Lead: All glory to God — but He woke me from that death Choir: All glory to God! (All glory to God!) [Verse 2 — Revelations] Now I see open doors where concrete had been walls, Children laughing where the darkness used to call. Chains undone on a slow dawn, keys fall in the dust, Fields rise green where there was only rust. I see hospitals turned to homes, streets singing free, Old prisons emptied — mercy filling every seat. A whisper of harvest — families gather, tables spread, I saw a city healed, saw the dead raised from the bed. Prophetic glimpses, not dream-slogans but pictures clear: A mother finds her child, a blind eye learns to hear. I carry those glimpses like embers in my hands, Every revelation mapped to God’s commands. [Pre-Chorus — Variation] Suture thread to sermon thread — He stitched my story whole, Cracked textbook now my testimony, letters saved my soul. From the ward to the pulpit, from hush to trumpet sound, By grace I stand on prophecy that’s breaking ground. [Chorus — Short Chant] Lead: All glory to God — I survive by grace Choir: All glory to God! (All glory to God!) Lead: All glory to God — I survive by grace Choir: All glory to God! (All glory to God!) [Bridge — Vulnerability] I remember the doctor’s face, low and dim with doubt, The cold meter’s numbers blinking when the world went out. “Impossible,” they said, their voices closing doors— I prayed into that silence and He answered more. A whisper: “Child, I am with you,” softer than my fear, Tears on a pillow, callused hands wiped clear. That quiet claim turned broken syllables into a song, A ragged prayer that God would make me strong. [Rap Breakdown — Triplet Cad'