I Am His

There is a list of lies under my name--

--let me explian.

Failure, regret, dismay

lined the edges of pain.

Stupid, creepy, and even a sleaze--

--can I just leave this world, God, please?

Thousands of times I was beaten

with words and even admitted I was defeaten

with my own breath.

Scowls and flares of emotion

raged like violent oceans.

I am sorry.

I am just a wretch.

In the distance a whisper carressed

my broken head. My tears were suppressed

"Listen, listen"

It was strong but never a shout

"You are meant for far more

than all of these scorns.

You were made to love,

because I love you,

and you are mine."

Years of anguish slipped

away. Words held no more grip.

I found my traction

on the rock of Christ. Taking action,

I became a fountain

of love to those who know not of this mountain,

who changed me.

I am His.