In Shadow of Becoming, a teenager stands at the crossroads of adolescence and adulthood, caught in a whirlwind of doubt and discovery. As they grapple with the complexities of growing up, they question everything they once believed-faith, self-worth...
Someone sitting next to me, a stranger once, In the quiet pews where prayers are sung. I developed feelings, unspoken, new, In the sacred silence, I barely knew.
The event unfolds, a chance to speak, My nerves tremble, my voice feels weak. I stand before the crowd, unsure, But words pour out, hesitant, pure.
And as I finish, my heart does race, His voice breaks through, a calm embrace. "You did well," he says with a smile, And for a moment, I feel worthwhile.
To confession, he heads, I spy, My heart skips a beat, I can't deny. I stare too long, my eyes meet his, A fleeting glance, a moment's bliss.
Is it me he sees, or someone else? The questions linger, doubt overwhelms. I turn away, pretending not to care, Yet still, I feel him lingering there.
Again, our eyes met in silent grace, I stole a glance, his face, his face. But I turned away in self-doubt's embrace, For I feared my heart was out of place.
This event was about God's call, Could it be He's speaking through it all? Could this be the sign I've been waiting for, A love that feels so much more?
I've prayed for love, for something true, For God to guide me, to see me through. Loneliness weighs heavy on my chest, Uninspired, longing for rest.
But now I wonder, could it be? That He's calling through him to me. Is this love, a gift divine, Or is it a test, a quiet sign?
But then my thoughts start to collide, For he is a man, and so am I. They say it's sin, but I don't see, Why love should be bound by rules we decree.
I call it a sign, not a curse, A love that's deep, not perverse. In my heart, I feel the truth, God's calling me, with no excuse.
Is love truly a sin when it's real? When hearts connect, when souls feel? I stand in the corridor, unsure and torn, Is it love or a lesson I've been warned?
For the church teaches, but who are they to say, That love should ever be kept away? In the stillness, I find my voice, And wonder if this is God's choice.
I find myself praying once again, Not for answers, but for the strength to stand. In this love, I search for grace, In his eyes, I find a sacred place.
Is this my calling, my true path to find? Or a journey to leave behind? God knows my heart, He knows my mind, Perhaps love is more than we've defined.
Could it be that in this moment so pure, This love is what my heart must endure? A bond unspoken, a feeling so strong, Could it be that here I belong?
For in my soul, I hear a call, To love, to live, to give it all. And though the world may not understand, In this love, I will take my stand.
In the church corridor, my doubts unwind, For love is love, and it's mine to find. Not a sin, not a shame to hide, But a journey of the heart, a sacred guide.
In his eyes, I see a truth I've sought, A love divine, a lesson taught. God's calling me, I hear it clear, To love with courage, and cast away fear.
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