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Love from My King


I was not, am not know for being kind

Instead they called me sassy and paid me no mind 
Others were and are known for their hearts
Even the fake ones had compliments filling their charts
And yes I was competitive and smart
But at the end of the day dreams of valedictorian would quickly depart
The only good thing, the only console I have left is the fact that They are not the ones that control my breath
They do not know me 
They also don't own me
 
Jesus Christ is the reason that I sing 
He's the one who calls me precious and he is my King
When I am down he lifts me up
It sure seems simple enough 
 
Whether it was singing praises in the shower or talking to my mom
That's how He helped diffuse this emotional bomb
Deep down inside of me I was ready to explode
I was being served up lies all al la mode
Instead He would remind me I was made out of gold
He warmed my heart that used to be cold
I am precious in his sight so there is no reason to deny 
That Those other girls and those other guys
They were not what I was living for
They shouldn't have been filling my mind 
There is something so much greater for me that He has designed
Yet I was trapped and started to sink
Why did I care so much about what others might think 
All the loneliness inside had brought me to the brink
But no one even knew 
I was stuck in a bubble ready to burst through
I was crying out for love and affection which He gave 
Not the type of romance with names such as bae
But daughter of the King, love from someone that I wanted to obey
In a world full of turmoil and trouble 
It's so easy to lose yourself in the rubble
But It was also easy to see who loved me for me
It all came down to Christ, close friends and family
Many people get lost in a sea of shining stars 
But beautiful and wonderfully created, that's who you are
Today I am proud of who I've become
When people comment on my sarcasm I don't become glum
It's part of who I am, but that's not where it ends
I am loving, compassionate, helpful, and a really nice friend
Don't let others define you, that's not what you were created for
To be loved and share love is what's at my core
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