More than the wrongs of the Past
As I stand in the room,
I could feel their eyes gazing at me.
Setting their judgment about me
Before I open my mouth to
Say what I can do,
I can feel the sins of those
who came before me
placed onto my back. As if a heavy yoke
carrying their wrongs was weighing me
down to not attempt to better myself,
and that their actions pre-determined what I was meant for…
But I wasn’t meant for this!
Though their sins made them who they are,
Their sins do not define me!
I wasn’t meant to carry this weight on my back!
I am here to make myself better than them;
To make them see that their sins haven’t weakened me,
But instead made me stronger!
That I am not them, I am me!
So I stand in the room,
Remembering this when I hear them ask
“who are you?”
And I stand there in confidence and say:
I am me. I am Josh.
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