My purpose has unraveled in front of me, a carpet
Laying out how many lives I will impact from my WORDS
For years I thought I wasn't being heard
I was overlooked, mocked, not taken seriously.
I abandoned my feminine qualities and acted more masculine to be heard.
I rebelled and engaged in looking at lust to be heard
I fell in the arms of guy's hearts, emotionally abandoning my virginity
To be heard.
But this whole time, the Lord heard me.
He didn't swipe my tears away,
He carried them.
He whispered my purpose in my heart.
And although I squirmed to get away, He held me down with truth,
Words that freely pour onto paper when I write.
Words that can bind families together, like my own.
Words that can change people's sad days into happy ones.
Words, God has given me.
Not just to write, but to speak.
My purpose, it's laid in front of me.
I smile big,
Because I love it,
I am being heard.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29 11