Those who hurt and did me wrong,
The ones who lied, and those who tried
To snuff out my victor's song.
I took the shame and sorrow
They heaped upon my soul,
I bent and broke in pieces,
No longer strong and whole.
My self esteem was zero,
I felt worthless, stained with dirt,
I bowed beneath the burden
Unsure, defamed, and hurt.
But then I met the Savior,
And saw the way He came
To mankind meek and lowly,
Shaped of a different frame -
Earthly beauty did not matter
Neither wealth nor fame,
But just to please the Father,
This man with God's own name.
I took His life unto me
Gave Him what had been mine
I no longer had to worry
If men were cruel or unkind.
I asked for His forgiveness,
And shared it with those in need
Of forgiveness for their mortal selves
For sinful word or deed.
As I granted this grace, forgiveness,
I gained a blessed relief,
My spirit grew strong with honor,
My heart grew full of peace.
I now seek only God's opinion;
Is He pleased with me?
For He alone is worthy
To judge and require a change in me.
- Donnabelle Jamoralin
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