Today's blog will definitely be a little different. I took some time over the weekend to go through some old journals that I kept. I found a poem I wrote a few years ago and thought man I want to share this. Hope you enjoy!
As I sit and reflect on my mended heart
I remember a time I was shattered and weak
I spoke death over myself, my dreams,and my goals
In spite of the times I tried to choose my own way
You snatched me up from the pits I caused by not letting go
The rescue, you are THE rescue, and to my rescue you come with trumpets blowing
God I am a mess,dirty, stained, and UNQUALIFIED
Don't use me this must be a mistake
Choose someone better to glorify your name
You persist that I am indeed the one
You've seen what I've done and yes I'm still called
Not dirty, I'm clean with the sacrifice of your son!
Qualified because you deemed me so
Come forth, break chains
You've always been free
I was just waiting for you to finally believe
Mold breaker, changemaker you're just how I made you
Go do works in my name
Be bold, you're coming out better!
My daughter, that's what I named YOU!