My heritage lies on my table, at my bedside, and always is at an arms reach away. I pull from it all the way back to Genesis; In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
My Bible with gold silky lined pages, marked and notated all about. Highlighters, and pens from my own memos. It sits wrapped in a burgundy bound leather. My name enscribed in gold cursive. It has traveled far inside through the stories, and outside with me always in tow.
This is my lineage in this bound leather literature. It all began with Adam and Eve. I keep it closer to me than any other reminder of who I am, who made me, and what clan I am part in. I have the red letter addition which indicates Jesus’s teachings. I use this as I map my history. To me there is nothing more beautiful than my heritage encased in my leather bound Vans Off The Wall stickered bible.
Cloaked; wore the veil of shame, cloak and dagger was my game
A lie sat at the surface of my lips
From alcoholic poison words would drip, soothing the moisture absorbed. Absurd in my own selfish hoard
A theifl! Callous, and defeat were the shoes I wore. An alcoholic whore. For God was pushed out the door, threw away that key
There was no hide, just a scared little girl sitting in her corner. Wanting protection, yet so fearful of rejection
God was calling on me, and I pushed Him so far from my sight. I sat in the darkness in the steal of the night
Made my own bed of sin. Billows of lies. Tripped too many times on my so called life, walking a fine line
A thief! Callous was my heart. Had drinking down to an art. I was the master of my own disguise
God kept calling on me, and wanted me on bended knees. That is when I finally gave in, and put my bottle down. Traded my lies, for truth in Jesus’s word. A crown
The air is clean, and my body pure. For God’s holy water I drink from His well daily. Time has told I am 7 years old new in Him. Sober is my march. I keep my eyes fixated on the cross. For there is where I win with Him
Victory proclaimed in Jesus name, one day at a time. One more day sober, one more day his daughter. For I serve such a gracious King to love a wretch like me…
Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death?
Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost But now I’m found Was blind, but now I see’Twas grace that taught My heart to fear And grace my Fears relieved How precious did That grace appear The hour I first believedThrough many dangers Toils and snares We have already come ‘Twas grace hath brought Us safe thus far And grace will lead us homeWhen we’ve been there Ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun…