Done pretending.

STOP!

no more pretending,

QUIT!

it's to hard to hold it in,

BROKEN!

is me at the foot of the cross,pleading ,begging,yearning for a life full of the love of GOD.

TRUSTING!

that the LORD will be there and direct me on the path,the great,wonderful path he has made for me.

SHUNNING!

satin and those thoughts he plants,the shame he heightens and the darkness he brings!

I AM:

fearfully and wonderfully made

loved and presious

going to be okay!

The End

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