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TRUST JESUS TODAY
My poems have been kind of sad lately and I just
wanted to make one that was kind of funny, but serious as well.
I was born a lefty
but often use my right
burned my left hand badly
just four years old one night.
I'm bad at Spelling and worse in English
always will I be
a quarter Dutch and a quarter Irish
and half A.D.D.
The truth is I'm so dyslexic
I find it hard to speak
and just because I'm not perfect
people treat me like a freak
Fire burned me another time
I cried more than once
inside away from the sunshine
for almost three months
I was held in my Mom's embrace
as she prayed for God to heal me
the cursed burns were on my face
and forever would the scars be
Miracle, is what she prayed for
and that's just what I got
no worrying about scars anymore
one of them I have not.
However, I didn't thank the Lord
for all the good He did
until I was fourteen or more
from Him I often hid.
The truth is I was mad at Him
for the way that He made me
always being called stupid
didn't make my life easy
One night I broke down and cried
feeling lonely more and more
I knelt before my bedside
and apologized to my Lord
If anyone else had heard me praying
they wouldn't have understood it right
but God knew what I was saying
Just like always,every night
I don't know how I ever hurt someone
that loves me as a freak,
who can forgive me even when I'm dumb
and puts heaven in my reach,
who lends me such a comforting ear
whenever I have need,
who understands my every fear
and hears my every plead
I asked for one thing, it was my only wish,
a gift to call my own,
and so He gave me a wonderful gift,
THE GIFT TO WRITE A POEM.
He's allowed me to prove those wrong
who took me as inane
every time they find a song
I wrote in His dear name.
So tease me if you want to
and make fun of my story
I'll just write all about YOU
and give my God the glory.
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