I have to go on record
Of living life in discord.
As I grew up I hated life.
It seemed all evil and strife.
Remember wanting to die,
Felt like I was living a lie.
All in my life seemed for ill,
I only wanted death, still.
I grew up too hard, too fast.
Childhood was nothing that would last
More than three or four of my years.
They were full of salty tears.
I had two brothers to raise
And they fulfilled all my days,
Trying to keep them safe from harm,
Not to let them hear my alarm.
We made it through, although scarred,
Through all those years that seemed so hard.
Now today we all three have reached
The hand of the Prince of Peace.
He's binding up broken hearts,
Throwing away the useless parts.
We know the King and Father too,
And Christ, I want to thank You,
That we did more than survive,
And by Your hand kept us alive
To come to see the different view
Of knowing and loving You.
Copyright 2008 by Brenda LaVelle
Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!
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