Jesus My Prince

In a place where darkness lies, where shadows stretch and silence cries, there is a name that cuts through night — a Prince who came to be our light.

Not with the sword of earthly kings, not with the power that power brings, but with a cross, a crown of thorns, a love that heals what hatred scorns.

Jesus, my Prince — You walked the road that I could never bear alone. You carried what I could not hold and brought me back, and called me home.

In every valley, every war, in every place I've fallen before — Your name remains the one that stands, the one that holds, the one that commands.

This is not poetry for the shelf. This is the testimony of a life that has been found, broken, and rebuilt in Him.