I sit here, my perspective contend
As I sit and try to make amends
Anticipating subservience as I ponder
Must I suppress my strengths to make one stronger?
In my life stories I’ve fought many battles
As my spirit awakens, these conflicts rattle
I ask God as I sit in His patience and truth
Have these thoughts sprung up from youth
As the Bible teaches to uproot my talents
This man gloats of valor and valance
Yet I sit here in patience to glorify the Father
As my flesh would continuously try to barter
And my thoughts wonder if this is a test
Made by fire to refine me at my best
How could I not wait to see where God leads
Where my thoughts linger and scars bleed
They are imperfect and my past confirms
My scars not only bleed, but still burn
Decisions have left me in bad circumstance
Places not to go back to, so I glance
And hope God tends to my heart
To heal and deliver not so good parts
And mold and shape me at His muse
For I am His child He promised, never to lose
