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The Journey To Becoming Understood


I used to stutter

The very thought of talking aloud used to make my heart flutter

I had trouble breathing

I couldn't control the rhythmic flow, the nature of my speaking

I remember dreaming

I dreamt of the day I'd be free of that painful feeling

I couldn't believe it

My reality had actually caused me to stop believing

I was depressed

Most days I wanted to lie in bed

I couldn't get dressed

What was the use in pampering myself 

I was a mess

My destiny seemed bleak to me

Felt like no one took me seriously 

Could I even finesse?

My soul was so weary

I felt burdened, not blessed

Oh God, did you forget me

Why do I feel so alone

Why am I so desperate

Desperate to find a home

This world wasn't meant for me

This earth isn't safe to me

I feel misunderstood

I know deep down, I'm dope

Why have I lost my hope

I feel misunderstood

I can't say my own name

I feel weak and ashamed

I feel misunderstood

Please God, help me grow wings

Help me to conquer this thing

Heal me from my stuttering

...

I knew one day I'd fly

You helped me touch the sky

To this day, tears fill my eyes

No longer am I stuck

I've left the mire and muck

No longer paralyzed

Sweet hope helped me to rise

To my fragrant surprise

You fueled my faith 

Extinguished the lies

The victory is mine

Scratch that, it is OURS

You watched me cry for hours

I was a lonesome stranger

You wiped my tears, removed my anger

I'm thankful that You healed me

I'm grateful that You lifted me

I'm finally understood

But the stutter I struggled with taught me I could

Overcome all the madness and pain

I thank You, dear God cause You've freed me 

No longer will I be chained

I used to stutter

Sometimes I still do

But I no longer feel out of place

I no longer feel the deep pain

You said greater was coming and its come

You’ve put an end to my misery

You’ve put an end to it, it’s done

 
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