I was lost.
A rebel, without a clue or a cause.
I was a square peg in a round hole, trying to be whole.
I lost myself trying to impress others by fitting in.
Insecurity is a prison, that hands out life sentences, as if its life depended on it.
The fear of rejection and being alone, had a much deeper undertone.
I soon would come to know, the small, still voice of my Saviour.
Jesus Christ is my reason for being.
Imperfect and flawed, I stand. I found grace and mercy at His Hand.