What Did I Find
What did I find in my childhood, I was beaten laughed at and misunderstood. I tried to cope by cutting my wrist; because I thought my life this would fix.
What did I find within my lust, I found these chains and a broken crutch; that I would lean on and cause my life to break and I would hide it behind a mask which was fake.
What did I find when I was eighteen. I was suicidal because my life was obscene. I thought I was evil and wrenched to the core, and I believe I could only be an eyesore.
What did I find at my first twelve step meeting, I walked through those doors and found Gods hands of healing. I found my savior the restorer of souls. I did not know it then; but he planned to make me whole.
He would fill the void within my empty life, and he would hold my hand and guide me through my strife. He showed me I can leave my sin in his hand because he will heal me and help me to stand.
For his love is great and is power is strong. He can heal my addiction and correct all my wrongs.
He taught that I am worthy and forgiven by him, even from my deepest and darkest sin. I have found sobriety from cutting my wrist. He stopped my suicidal tendencies with his mighty fist. He is helping me deal with all my lust, he is teaching me more and more to give him all my trust.
Who did I meet at these twelve step meeting. I met Jesus Christ with his hands of healing.
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