my story, His Glory

Born Again...

Tell me
How does one break the shackles of depression?
The psychological weapon in the possession of the enemy
Use to discourage us
And rob us of our blessings
Pulling us down, all the way to the ground
Cutting off our eagle wings so we can’t fly
Inside we die
Taking away our hope for tomorrow
A tomorrow that hasn’t even come yet
Because all we’ve come to expect
Is more of the same
More pain, more rain
I’m drowning
Lord can You hear me? If so please help me
But I don’t see a change
So therefore I don’t see any hope
I’m all out of ways to cope
So maybe I should just let today be my last
Conquered by my past
A past that should be my past
But I’ve allowed it to become my present
And now it’s controlling my future
And that’s not how it’s suppose to be
That’s not what Jesus intended for me
 When He died on that cross
A lost for which we’ve all gain
The gratitude I feel for that sacrifice
Is one I’ll never be able to explain
So how do I honor that?
By playing the back?
And not sharing my testimony
A testimony that lives in my heart
Somewhere in the dark
But allow me to bring it into the light
Suicidal thoughts produce suicidal actions
But as I stood there with that belt around my neck
Something inside me said NO
Today will not be you’re demise
I wiped the tears from my eyes
And then I looked down at the Devil
And said I’m tired of you’re lies
I’m worthy
I’m strong
I’ll be successful, before long
I’m beautiful through God’s eyes
The only eyes that really matter
So why would I allow myself to get discouraged
By haters and there chatter
 But never again
I’ll never go back to that lonely place
And waste God’s grace
No. Not after what He did for me
Delivered me
And made me whole
And put a fight
Inside my soul

And now I have joy
Instead of pain
My depression is gone
Because I broke the chain
So now I’m free

And for the second time
I feel like I’ve been born again
In Jesus name I pray
Amen