Everyone has a story
My prayer is that
mine
Will bring God glory
She was given a
choice
Attempt to be a
mother
Kill the baby she
carries
Or give her to
another.
She chose the latter
By giving me to a
family
Who thought that I
mattered.
I was raised with
hope
Surrounded by love
Rooted in faith
Focused on the Lord
above.
I was born out of sin
But I was given a
chance
And transformed from
within
Depression,
selfishness and pain
Marked my years of
youth
Then He chose to call
my name
And I was transformed
by the Truth.
Consumed with His
fire
With the faith of a
child
Nothing else did I
acquire.
Beloved He claimed me
Though pain still
came
After all I live in a
world
Marked by shame.
Idols, loneliness,
pride,
Are just some of the
Things I try to hide.
Haunted by the
memories
Of what has, is and
yet to come
I listened to voice
of the butcher
And carried his lies
and then some.
But daily Christ
calls me
And I fall to His
feet
Walking in His mercy
It is sin that I
defeat.
Knit together with a
purpose
Fearfully and
wonderfully made
Don’t listen to the
lies of the world
You don’t have to be
afraid.
Christ’s love is
enough
Your burdens He will
bear
For it is by grace
through faith
Eternity with Christ
we will share.
