She was tempted by the thorns in her flesh She was mentally and physically sick Her curse brought deep darkness in her life Where no one would care her innocence Children were afraid of her beasty look And man would give her names She lived alone in a mansion where no one was dare to go in Halloween For they thought she was a witch But inside she had a godly place which no one but only her heart could see She don't use to have mirrors for she was too afraid of her own face For how ugly was how she used to look and so thousand of times she tried to kill herself But she couldn't She had placed everything for God And too the reason behind her ugliness was to him. She was sick for several years and couldn't find comfort Everybody left her for they were too hated her she was left alone with the silence of God. And only it would keep her alive and make her feel loved. But as it is written temptation is not forever. The time come when her fate changed, wher prayers were answered, the miracle occurred, for God listens. How wonderful was when, the uncertain happened Her fantasy became reality The Son of man lifted her up He lifted her face down from the dust And he bend down from skies to dust and pulled me higher Than I could ever be, He made everything new, Including me, The background changed and so was the rhythm And I became a New Creation
Description : This Is a poem about me, of how my dark reality changed into glorious mystery. Now I can say I am a new creation.
I just noticed in someone's post that people have been hashtagging me, if you want to tag me please feel free, but just do it the old-fashioned way (@) so that I get the notification, I didn't know people were doing this, this whole time I have never checked the #john_solomom because I was totally unaware of it. My sincere apologies to anyone who thought that I was ignoring their post.