Rescued by My First Love


You couldn’t see the beauty within me
It was hidden behind the men who abused me
Bruises and scars
Only visible to those who were truly discerning
Tired eyes, shattered heart, broken mind
Dreams buried deep inside
My own identity impossible to find
Raised to please
Sick with co-dependency, anxiety, jealousy
Is there something more than this?
Drowning in tears, depression hits
He gave me a dream
Of a man in a mask
Laying down next to me
Not everything is as it seems
I fought this shadow of a man attacking me
Sword in hand
Truth, Honor, Justice, Purity
God said, “She is mine”
She is called to rise and shine
She is My daughter who thought she was alone
Silenced and ridiculed, no more
She is home

Philippians 4:8-9
"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me-practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you."
(English Standard Version)
"Keep your thoughts continually fixed on all that is authentic and real, honorable and admirable, beautiful and respectful, pure and holy, merciful and kind. And fasten your thoughts on every glorious work of God, praising Him always. Put into practice the example of all that you have heard from me or seen in my life and the God of peace will be with you in all things."
(The Passion Translation)