Dedicated to my Oma and Opa:
I look up to the heavens
And what do I see?
A dark black sky
Which makes me want to flee.
It’s been like this all week
So ugly, so bleak.
It reminds me of my soul
So empty, so weak.
I’m not loved
I’m not noticed
I’m not worthy to care
I’m abused
I’m abandoned
Life’s just not fair
I’ve done plenty for attention
Do you mind if I mention?
I’ve cut
I’ve starved
I’ve overdosed
I’ve burned
I’ve purged
I’ve been a fencepost.
Depressed
Bipolar
Then I received a blessing….
Now my life has been transformed
The sky no longer looks
Like a great big storm.
I’m filled with hope
I have a future.
I’m no longer living life
In one big whisper.
Jesus is my savior
My Counselor
My Lord.
He’s strong when I am weak
He’s the one I adore
He’s showed me I’m beautiful
He’s showed me I’m unique
He’s showed me that he loves me
More than a collector loves his antiques.
This shows how much a blessing can speak.
