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)