Shocked and blindsided by someone who told me they cared, I found out the truth in those photograph squares.
Lying and cheating, masquerading quite well, I never would have known what he didn’t tell.
I believed when he told me that I was the one, but now I know the truth, that it’s all said and done.
For years I’ve tried and I tried, I gave it my all, but it never mattered, it meant nothing at all.
Now this is still fresh, and my heart’s been wrung dry. I’m sad and I’m broken, and I can’t help but cry.
Despite all this pain, I know it’s for the best. Even if my heart was ripped right out of my chest.
Have you ever wondered what you are really living for? It shouldn’t be heartache, crying on the bathroom floor.
Through all this darkness I’ve been shown the real light, the only way out is to be made right in His sight.
I had turned that person into an idol, I loved him more than God. My thinking was broken, human, and flawed.
So while it might hurt now, I don’t mind one bit, it all went to show me I was in a dark pit.
I was separated from God, even though I thought we were close. But “no other gods before me” is how it goes.
Now I can tear down that idol, burn it for good. My heart might hurt now, but learning the truth showed me where I stood.
So don’t be deceived, don’t make my same mistake. If you put something before God, you’ll hurt and you’ll break.
Who knows how long it would have continued, years more I am sure. Me loving someone who’s love wasn’t pure.
Your real worth is in Jesus, don’t fall for the same trap. Only He is the one who can fill that shaped gap.
Battered and bruised, nails in his hands, spear in his side. God loved you so much, He sent his Son Jesus to die.
My eyes have been opened, though it’s still really fresh. But I know after this sadness will come a renewal of my flesh.
It might take a little while, I’m sure I’ll stumble and fall. But in the end the only thing that matters is the One who gave it all.
Hey everyone! So this is a bit of a departure for me. I have never been a poetry type of person, but I was always loved the spoken word Jefferson Bethke does. On Monday night I saw another spoken word piece performed by Mo Isom (she is amazing!) at The Grove (Passion City Church), and being inspired by her combined with some recent events in my life just really made my creativity flow when I wasn’t even expecting it. I had lines just popping up in my head when I wasn’t even thinking about writing. I thought it might be fun to share, as I know there are some people out there who do love poetry and spoken word. I know I am by no means a poet and it is probably horrible, but it is my first try and straight from the heart. I am entering a new chapter in my life, join me and see where it leads!