Photo credit: Polina Kuzovkova
In my shame, sin—lies, told me I was not special,
That I was unkind, unworthy; try to blind me,
From the truth that you create me, oh so special:
You love me, no matter the lies;
When I began to love myself less,
When I almost lose my mind—to find me, to find you:
In the absence of mankind’s error, unforgiveness of the heart,
Love for the self: You save me—and wipe away all my tears, blues,
That try its best to swallow, drown my hope, joy inside,
Still, you guide me forward to the ‘love you wish me to be,
Let your glory flow freely:
As you grant me grace, mercy, love, unconditionally;
I rise, sing, write, speak, of your greatness
And the world is much brighter—beautiful in my eyes
As you remind me, “I am your wonderful and perfect child, thank you!”
Empress Journee