In Searching for you,
I met me, a me:
Too broken, a rusted trailer was better of
Greatly betrayed, I couldn’t trust
Filled with hate, I couldn’t love
So prideful, the ostrich can’t compete
Bittered, I poisoned everything with bile!
When I met you,
I wasn’t ready to let go of:
Hate
Bitterness
Anger
Pride
And all the other ill things.
In finding you,
You changed my story,
You call me:
Beloved
Graced
Worthy
Redeemed…
PPBlessing 