A poem.

These voices keep telling me things I know aren't true

These voices keep pulling me farther away from you

These voices seem to hurt me deep to my core

These voices remind me of who I was before

These voices tell me I'm not good enough as me

These voices just won't seem to let me be

I am helpless as I try to prevent this attack

But each and every time these voices draw me back

I lived my life in misery as I gave these voices control

But I have a God who looks past my pain deep within my soul

Whose eyes see the person I am, and not who I used to be

Who gives strength to the weary, and helps the blind to see

My ears needed to be opened to the truth that lies within

I don’t need to live my life engulfed in my past sin

That truth has lifted me up and completely set me free

I am free to be God’s creation; I am free to be me

I wrote this a few months ago. Sometimes it's easy to listen to 'these voices', but I have chosen to rise above and listen to HIS voice. I "am beautifully and wonderfully made." That's pretty rockin'.