Painful Yet Beautiful
Like a rose, I do have my thorns,
But one day I will be one who transforms.
I will go out into the world to find myself,
But I know I will always need God’s help.
The blessings I have, I am thankful for,
Even the ones that are now closed doors.
Life can and will always be hard,
But you should always remember to stand your guard.
Every struggle I come in contact with, I will overcome,
Until the day God calls me home and says “You’re done.”
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