I should be overcome by the heartbreak
Yet instead I’m transcended by the pain
What is this feeling of newness in my veins
I should be beaten down by their words
For they were so very close to my heart
Yet instead I lift my hands
Surprised that my fragile world isn’t falling apart
I should be locked up by insecurity
For they played on every one of my fears
Yet instead I stand boldly giving a voice to every tear
I should be filled with doubt, I should be filled with a false pride
I should I should I should I should
But since I discovered this man named Jesus Christ
I no longer believe their lies
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Aka Chosen
Profound motivational speaker and lyricist that is now publishing her story. After years of turmoil, self abuse and defeat in addiction; her story of self discovery & redemption will inspire you to conquer the demons in your own life!
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