God's masterpiece

What do you see when you look at me?

I mean really look at me?

What’s the first word that comes to your mind?

Do you see the good or the bad?

My curves or my edges

My hair

My smile or the colour of my skin

My scars, marks or tattoos

My past

I’m not here to take pride in my past

Or the names I have been called

This is not the MTV VMAs

Amber and Blac Chyna already did that

This is my testimony

It was a cold November night

A few years ago

I needed a fix

Braving the weather I walked out of my apartment

On the lonely roads of the city

Looking for the one thing I felt would make me better

It was a long walk

But I eventually found it

The little shop, tucked in a corner

This was my life

From one fix to the next

One high to the other

Upping the doses

Switching the sources

Shame, filth, guilt

Addiction, hopelessness, despair

Lost… and I didn’t even know it

I remember the first time I heard the story

Of the one who came to set the captives free

Who died that I might live

And whose blood could cleanse me

And who could save from that which was too strong for me

At first I didn’t understand

How could I?

But he tugged at my heartstrings

The one who claimed to love me in spite of it all

So I prayed.

Today, I am man

Or should I say ‘woman’

Created in the image of God

A reflection of the most High

Forged with sword made of better than Valyrian steel

The sword of the Spirit- The word of God

Words pure as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times

Quick

Powerful

Sharper than any two-edged sword

Like fire

And like a hammer which shatters a rock

I’ve had some work done; I’m not ashamed of this…

All the works, and some nips and tucks here and there

No, not by Dr McDreamy

But by the Great physician

I am the clay, He is the potter

I am a branch of the true vine, He the vinedresser

He is like an eagle hovering over its nest, overshadowing its young,

Then spreading its wings, lifting them into the air, teaching them to fly

God alone leads me

He has made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in his quiver

I am a jewel of the King

I am God’s masterpiece

And this label, I will proudly wear.

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