What I have learned
What I’ve Learned
Four years of walking down wide halls
staring at these white walls
daily reminding me of all the times I have had to rise and fall
to get where I’m at
and all I know is that
if I could go back
I wouldn’t change a thing from my past
yeah, I’m human and I make mistakes
but the world ain’t perfect God made me this way
I may not have a possy and that’s okay
Because I’d trade social visibility for my Eternity any day
We know that time is short, future’s uncertain
But when I take my last breath, and wake on the other side
When I get to the Throne room and the Father’s face meets mine
Will he say to me “well done faithful servant” and say it with pride?
I may be a white girl and a young teen
But like MLK Junior I Have a Dream
I’m so sick of hearing about positivity being neglected
Sometimes I think we forget that all our debts were paid before Christ was resurrected
and
Our planet’s been corrupted by the Enemy
He’s the king of destruction, and in time he’s learned how to push our buttons
So we believe
God won’t intervene
and Satan knows how to be disruptive
He’s learned how to convince us that
violence is subsequent
and not a consequence for our transgressions
We need to stop using our sins as the medicine
and count the Blessings that we find in Him
The One who
gave His only son for you
and
the only thing left to do
is give all the praise back to the one who rescued you
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