When I look in the mirror,
history comes to haunt me‐
as if I'm not a new creation...
I wish it were laughable, but‐
to this day...
what stands in my past continues to mock me.
When I look into my own eyes,
the most hideous of sin tries to lay it's face over mine‐
as if I'm not fearfully and wonderfully made...
I wish it were laughable, but‐
to this day...
what lies in my past continues to write lies into my present.
When I hear my own voice,
I try to refrain from disgust‐
putting my past life and self to rest...
I continue to speak,
hoping that, it is not me that is heard...
but HE
This war on perception,
a battle already won...
that I'm still fighting, but
not on my feet...
but rather, on my knees...
and again, to this day.
Now, the world may question that,
and the public might not understand‐
I don't expect it to...
but with that I say,
ask away
please, ask me about the Jesus I know.
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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