I have fought to be myself.
And I will no longer pay for a crime I did not commit.
My past is just that. You are the ones who abused me.
Yes, you know who you are.
The scars you created are vanishing.
And no longer allowed to poison my heart, my mind, my soul, or my future.
Your actions could have destroyed me.
But God had a plan.
Yes I am broken.
Yes, my soul has changed. . . . . . For the better.
Because in my brokeness, God made me beautiful.
I am who I am.
My light and grace are strong within me.
I’ve been through the fire.
And came out possessing my own.
What the enemy meant for harm.
God took it, and made me a warrior.