Dear world,

I've never really had much of a voice,

Until I realized that I had a choice.

I could bottle in my thoughts,

And start feeling regret,

Until I fret

So filled with pests.

So I step back and watch you inspect 

The entire aspect of my being. 

And watch you turn me into something Im not,

Twisting me into knots,

Trying to make me "beutiful" until Im bleeding.

Or I could find my voice.

I could stand up to the bully,

Step up to the plate,

Tell you so bodly,

That God decides my fate. 

I know that there will always be someone better than me,

But you seem to like to rub that in my face.

All those times you'd shout at me,

and tell me that I'm nothing

Made me weak, 

Because I belived you.

All those times you"d give me a flower,

And told me I am worthy,

Made me naive,

Becase you make me think I needed you.

Well now I say that God gives me strength,

That Jesus helps me find my way

When i have gone to far astray,

And the holy spirit has given me 

A voice

I am making that choice.

When I was little, I remember asking you,

"World do you love me?"

When you didn't answer Jesus spoke.

He said, " No, I love you, now come and love me.

Now I believe, now I know, that I am beautiful,

I was made in Gods image.

Yet I'm am unworthy of Gods love.

But that why jesus bore the cross.

He is way beyond my limits.

World, you used to be so pleasent.

Now you don't have me in your possession.

I follow the one who loves me.

This is my voice, 

One amoung many,

But its the one the holy spirit gave me.