Alone…that’s how I felt. Being criticized
and judged for simply being myself.
Burdened…a load I carried alone.
Searched for all my friends to realize they’re gone.
You don’t understand nor walked a mile in my shoes.
But it hurts to be criticized and abused.
But I made it!
Yes, I made it!
I am redeemed!
Afraid…the fear is real. When you don’t
know your fate or what card life will deal.
Weeping…oh I did this often. They won’t care
if I’m on top of the world or strecthed out in a coffin.
You can point the finger. Tell all my secrets.
But one thing I won’t share, for I am keeping.
I made it!
Yes, I made it!
I am redeemed!
Have you ever been alone? Knowing the person you
called your own just left and now they’re gone?
Have you ever cried a million tears? Has your
heart ached so much you swear you just won’t live?
Have you ever, oh have you ever had someone say
they love you, but the next day turn and then they
simply hate you?
Somebody tell me what’s it coming to.
I’m one man I tell you, but I’m coming through.
Someday I’ll wake up and look over my shoulder.
With a crown upon my head asking, “How I made it over?”
A white robe will be given me. He’ll say, “You
won the battle my child, now sit on a throne next to me.”
I’ll see my grandmother, I’ll tell her, “I never met you.
For when you died I wasn’t born, but still I do love you.”
Joy…that’s what I’ll feel. My pain shall flee
from me, for I shall be healed.
Rejoice…that’s what I’ll do. For when I thought
my name was blotted out the book of life, He saw me through.
I’ll someday walk that street of gold, and learn
the greatest secrets that were never told.
I made it!
Yes, I made it!
I’ve been redeemed!
I will shout it out and take my seat upon
that throne!
I made it!
Yes, I made it!
I am redeemed!
it makes me hopeful, knowing that at least one person can make it through hell and be redeemed.
I like to call it gold being tested in the fire. We go through so much in life but keep the hope of making it. I always look beyond my present circumstances knowing a crown waits for me if I’m faithful to the end. The things we go through now are only temporary. Appreciate your comments!
i used to be able to do that. i think i broke one too many times, because im all out of hope and happiness.
Chesire, it’s never too late as long as you have breath in your body. When your down the only place you can go is up. When you’re at the end of your rope, tie and knot and hold on.
Redemption always tastes nice..
Great read, my friend! 👍👍
For sure! Thanks bro.
it’s your signature style, but there’s something completely new about it.. & as always, it’s obvious you put your soul into it.. well done man.. 🙂
Thanks bro. The one poem out of many I shed tears on while writing.