Poetry

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Since I was a small child,
From that time until now,
I looked out just for number one;
There was no one else allowed.

I found out young how people are,
And life had taught me well.
There was no one to pick me up;
Except me, each time I fell.

I learned to hold my head up proud,
Even when I fought back tears.
To strike out first and hide my pain;
Refusing to show my fears.

Now I’ve met the Son of God,
Jesus is His Name.
He says that life taught me wrong,
And now He wants me to change.

He wants me to open my heart,
And to tell Him of my pain.
But, I’ve lost my ability to cry,
Even though I’m not the same.

I have always mistrusted and doubted,
Anyone who said they cared.
I’ve been let down before, you see,
Every time I reached out and dared.

So now He wants to help me,
Mend my broken heart.
To heal the memories and dreams,
That life has torn apart.

He wants to take my hate and fear,
My prejudice and pride.
All those things I learned from life,
The world’s promises that lied.

I don’t have anything to give,
Jesus, look and see.
But, maybe all you’re asking for,
Is what I have - just me.

Okay Lord, let’s try this out,
I know my life is wrong.
So take these wounds - I’ve had enough,
And to you Lord, I belong!

@1979 Maureen Hager

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;
old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
2 Corinthians 5:17(NJKV)

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