Faced With a Bully

I was be little 
I felt so small
I was afraid 
I could not say  
I would go home and cry and tuck my burses away
And wonder what makes me a target 
Of others laughs and talks behind my back
I would ask my self what would make a person act this way
Is it the fear they see in me is it the power they felt to gain 
Not fighting back made me so sad 
It is not in me to fight its just not right 
The red face teary eyes I could not hide
Every day was the same ride 
Then a black cloud appeared 
Bring bad thoughts to my ears
But I refused to hear instead I turned to my faith 
And I prayed and he answered me and lifted me high
and Gave me back my pride 
So I did what Jesus would do 
I in braced my fears came face to face 
With my aggressor and the glow of the lord
Appear on my face taken away all the aggression 
All of the pain I was able to stand a hundred feet tall
And I felt brave no longer the victim 
In Jesus I found the way 
He is the way and the truth he set me free 
My bully is now my friend

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