by Big Daddy Weave
Seems like all I could see was the struggle,
Haunted by a ghost that lived in my past,
Bound up in shackles of all my failures,
Wondering how long is this going to last,
Then you look at this prisoner and say to me son,
Stop fighting a fight that's already been won. ..
And I am redeemed, you set my free,
So I'll shake off these heavy chains,
And wipe away every stain,
Now I'm not who I used to be
I am redeemed
All my life I have been called unworthy,
Named by the voice of my shame and regret,
But when I hear you whisper,
Child lift up your head,
I remember God your not done with me yet. ..
I am redeemed ....
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Random darkness
General Fiction*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot...
