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Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
A lot has changed,  
I've matured somehow.  

Some things remain,  
Like my love for all,  
Look at me then,  
Look at me now.  

Once depressed, wanting to die,  
Crying each night, searching for why,  
Answers eluded, I wandered in dark,  
Except in God's light, where I found my spark.  

Now happy as a dog, florricking in fields,  
Joyful as can be, my heart freely yields.  
With a smile on my face, I invite you to see,  
You can't miss God's love that shines through me.  

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
Younger me would be so proud.
Changing is great when you realize your changing for the better
In a world where faith was taught,  
In church, where lessons were sought,  
I learned of God, the love He brought,  
But lost my way, my heart forgot.  
Who do you hear?  

I wandered through shadows, doubt in my mind,  
Questioning the good, the truth hard to find,  
Yet still, I searched, leaving darkness behind,  
In whispers of hope, His voice was kind.  
Who do you hear?  

From Baptist roots to Catholic grace,  
With missionaries guiding, I found my place,  
In every church, I sought His face,  
Now in His arms, I embrace my space.  
Who do you hear?  

Life’s burdens lifted, no worry or fear,  
In love and forgiveness, His presence is near,  
A covenant kept, my path is clear,  
I walk in His light, holding Him dear.  
Who do you hear?  

Stubborn in faith, I stand strong and proud,  
Living for Him, my heart sings aloud,  
In every moment, I’m wrapped in His shroud,  
With trust in His plan, I rise from the crowd.  
Who do you hear?
With everyone talking it can be hard to follow God's voice but you'll know when you hear him.
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Me or God?
To serve myself or serve the Divine,  
A choice that weighs heavy, a question of mine.  
In moments of struggle, I’ve turned away,  
Yet darkness followed, leading me astray.  

What can this world offer that’s truly good,  
That God hasn’t crafted, that’s misunderstood?  
I walk a path free from drink, smoke, or curse,  
In His love, I find joy, in His grace, I immerse.  

To ignore Him feels foolish, a path I can't tread,  
For serving my flesh would leave my spirit dead.  
Forget what He taught? No, that I won’t do,  
Why choose what He hates when His love is so true?  

Like children to parents, I seek His embrace,  
In guidance and wisdom, I find my true place.  
An all-loving Father, forgiving and kind,  
In prayer, I discover a peace intertwined.  

Nothing on earth can compare to His grace,  
In keeping my covenants, I find my safe space.  
So I ask once more, in this moment so real,  
Shall I choose my own will, or the love that I feel?  

My flesh may whisper, but my soul knows the way,  
In serving my God, I find peace every day.  
So let my choice echo, steadfast and true,  
For in serving the Lord, I find all I pursue.
Choosing yourself is also denying God.
In shadows deep, I lost my way,  
A sense of self, in disarray.  
Yet joy emerged, like morning's grace,  
God's light unveiled my hidden face.  

No longer bound by selfish chains,  
In devotion's arms, true freedom reigns.  
Miserable days, like hell on earth,  
Found purpose anew, a rebirth.  

Grateful heart, for love so wide,  
Forgiving hands, my faithful guide.  
I lost it all, yet gained the best,  
In God's embrace, I found my rest.  

Younger me, with questions bold,  
"Did we survive? Are we consoled?"  
I smile and say, "Yes, we are free,  
Only through Him, I truly see."  

For years I walked, in shadows cast,  
Believing love was lost, not meant to last.  
Yet now I reach with arms held high,  
Inviting sinners, come, don’t be shy.  

I’d have been lost, consumed by fear,  
In false delights that disappear.  
But with God’s strength, we stand as one,  
Together, the battle’s already won.  

So yes, I lost my sense of self,  
To find the soul I sought on shelves.  
In every flaw, I see the grace,  
For in His light, I’ve found my place.
A poem about losing yourself to find that God was always there.

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