Trusting Him

Believe in Me

You broke me...

You tore down my dreams,

What I wanted,

What I believe in.

Everything I felt led to do is now gone,

Never to return.

The day you denied it,

The moment you said no,

The feeling of it all vanished.

The feeling of what I forever wanted to do,

The enthusiasm I had for it.

You said you didn't want to take it away,

You just wanted the best for me.

But you couldn't see...

You wanted me to go this way,

While I wanted to go that way.

You still have power of me,

So I must listen to your demands for now...

But when will you understand?

When will you see that these two things are not alike?

My dream is the one full of others.

Others surrounding me; helping me along the road of this thing called life.

While yours is me and one other.

One is not enough though.

I need help from everyone, for I will be able to have more wisdom of Him then.

They are helping me, leading me, teaching me how to prosper in His Word,

But you still won't give in...

You believe the second-hand word.

Why believe theirs over mine?

You're own flesh and blood?

You say the way I want to go may just lead me down the wrong path,

That what happened last night was a sign,

A sign from above that it was not meant to be.

But you are not me.

You don't know what I felt that other day at school.

The way he preached...

It's unexplainable...

It was directly for me.

And when he said those words about discipleship,

I knew they were meant for me.

The way I yearned for it to be over so I could voice the way I was feeling.

You said you were proud of me,

That you were glad of the decision I made.

Out of 100 I was the one who stood up,

The one who wanted to follow in on the promise of spreading the Word.

You think that what you have in mind will help me prosper,

Yet what I felt did not mean what you have in mind.

I was suppose to do what they spoke of,

Yet you want to say that is not the right choice, that this way is better.

For that's what God would want.

But why, why would God let me feel that then say that is not where I am suppose to be?

I know what I felt that day and the remembrance of it all will never go away.

The one thing that did go away, the day you denied my choice, was my enthusiasm of it all.

I told you that everything was fine, but you couldn't see underneath it all.

You call me selfish,

And I admit I am at times.

But this time it was different...

If you could see under my facade maybe you could understand someday why I acted like I did today.

Maybe you could understand that the reason that I don't talk much was because you broke my dreams.

You broke my dreams...

You refuse to let me do what I am lead to do,

You say it's for the best. That's all you want.

But when will you let me be who I was born to be?

Created to be?

Because the way you put me down, the way you didn't believe my word instead of theirs, has made my feelings disappear, my dreams disappear, and my enthusiasm.

My dream and enthusiasm to do what I was created to do for His glory...