Gratitude

I must remember to count my blessings,

For they are easily forgotten.

I have what God has trusted me with,

Nothing more, nothing less.

Deep in my heart there is gratitude,

Satan tried to make me with for other things.

These things are unstable and selfish,

I must remember to think of wholesome things.

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Another Place

I know he hears me when I cry,

I am helpless in my situation.

I cannot think of a way to fix it,

So here I lay with thoughts of despair.

I want a place to be myself,

Where I am free to work and consider my thoughts.

Different is good they say,

These are the people that change our lives.

I am a stranger in my bed,

Wondering what I’m good for in this place.

How shall I make it in this world?

Lord, make a way for me.

Give me a place where I can thrive,

Where I can do your works in peace.

My Testimony

I’ll place my hope in you, for you know what is best for me before I do. You see me as I am, my redeeming qualities and my faults. Clearly, I am imperfect yet you love me despite. 

We are not meant to be turned away, believing we are doomed. There is only one thing that is true in this world and it is the love of Christ. Love prevails through fights, heartbreak, sickness, betrayal, and even death. Stop and take heed of my words: Love conquers all of that. It is the truth and everything loses in comparison. What proof do I have of this? I, once shadowed by depression found no solace in what was promised to bring happiness. I fooled with men, cursed those who hurt me, and sought my own justice to make right only to discover the pleasure morph into self disgust. “You just can’t keep up with this fast life. You’re weak and you will always be weak,” you might say. When will you see that you are weak too? You consume the false pretense that you have to prove something to yourself to be satisfied. How awful! You cannot live your life believing you are your own. We are sinful creatures that cannot be relied on for peace. Can you see the truth about yourself? Believe and you will see. We are imperfect and this is only made right by the only real perfect love there is. I was never mine and following the truth instead of my own beliefs has healed me. It is not too late for you.