in my days
In my days of sorrow, I look at my life.
It saddens me to see what I find.
I see weaknesses I didn’t know I have, nor do I know where it came from.
I see oppression that keeps a boy from becoming a man.
I see childhood anger preventing me from living with peace in my heart.
I see abuse that breaks down my ability to have compassion.
I see a boy trying to stand up for himself, but keeps being kicked down, sand kicked in his face.
I see a boy lost, not knowing where to turn for help, left to fend for himself.
But
In my days of joy
I see where I draw my strength from, my strength comes from the Lord.
I see grace that surpasses all understanding. Grace that keeps me alive.
Grace that allows me to be me.
I see a man rising from the ashes, a man picking up his sword ready for battle.
A man preparing to take his place in this world, facing the enemy head-on.
In the end
I see a man that lived his life without regrets.
I see a man that came out victorious.
I see a man that learned from the past,
applied it in his present life and for that now have peace in his heart.
In conclusion
I saw a boy going through pain and suffering (physical and emotional).
I see a hardened man rising up, learning from the past and preparing for his future.
I see a man in the near future, fulfilled, at peace and living a godly life, serving Christ.
May I become like this man.
(2009)
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