Lost in Transgressions *Bonus Read*

These days, it seems so hard to fight off the sins learned about in Sunday School

The devil does not discriminate, he will attack, using us as his vessel, making us his fool

When starting on this spiritual journey, we already tell ourselves we cannot do it without even knowing

Forgetting that God says He will bring us through it, He will assist with our spiritual growing

Your family starts looking at you like you bumped your head

Even your "friends" will criticize you for giving the homeless some bread

Slowly He begins to work on you, peeling off the sins of your past

Others set high expectations of you, thinking you're supposed to change fast

You start to feel like no one can understand

What it takes to truly be saved, to be at His command

We have this picture of what saved is supposed to look like

They think it's easy, like riding a bike

I'm here to tell you this is not he case

Cuz sometimes being saved, you will wish you could erase

There were times when I wanted to just end my life

Cuz it seemed like I was dealing with more and more strife

I lost my car, my home, my sense of stability

When all the while He was setting me free

Days went by when I had no food or a place to sleep

I would pray the Lord, my soul to keep

My own family couldnt understand that I was placed in that situation for a reason

They chastised, criticized and scolded me for a season

10 friends became 5, 5 became 2

What was in store for me, only God knew

The Bible says to not trust in Man, but Him alone

I know that now more than ever before, for I have spiritually been able to grow

This walk is not steady, it's likely you will stumble

Without the right frame of mind, you can surely crumble

He will show you a new way of thinking, like never before

It will make you take interest in things that were once a bore

I am more grateful now for things as they seem to be

For I was once lost in my transgressions, but am now set free!

Thank you Lord for promising to always carry me!

Who am I, Who are you?

Who am I?

Funny you ask. You should know who I am. Many would call me an angry black woman and say I am nothing but trouble. Many would try to convince you that I have no education because I come from parents who didn't go to high school or because I’ve been to college a few times. Some may regard me as an alien (illegal or extra-terrestrial) depending on the time of day just because my culture is not American. The girl who stood alone amongst all the straight hair girls with nappy hair and chubby cheeks in grade school. Always the "best" friend, never "girl" friend. Some will say, "Who, her? Oh, she used to be down back in the day....". Some still refer to me as a nigger in the middle of traffic on a sunny day. Many names, so many years of being told that because of my looks, I would never get noticed. I would never be the prettiest girl. I could jump off a bridge and nobody would care.The girl who was always violated, abused, and labeled. Sending me into a spiral of confusion. Feeling like the world was against me. No one to love me, to hold me, to console me.

Who am I?

I am who I have become.  After all the cuts, pills, tears and heartaches, I stand tall. I found how to love myself, TRULY love myself, and then he found me. I am a girl that loves being in love. The girl who counts the stars in the sky at night with her king by her side. The girl who still goes through the storm, but now dances in the rain. The one who has faith that through God, she can move mountains. Someone who wants to see the people in her neighborhood healed of the violent disease that plagues them without them even knowing it. Someone who is willing to always stand up for what is right, who demands her voice to be heard, and will not back down to adversity. Someone who took all the pain she has endured in life, and making her future what God naturally designed it to be. I am me, exalted.

Who are you?

You tell me….all I see is a face.