Blessed


I once said I was “blessed”

But I must confess,

I wasn't too sure about God’s will

I was lost in myself, I was waiting for an empty space to fill.

I never prayed, cared, nor did I actually believe.

I was just someone who strongly grieved.

I used his name to feel blessed,

but I must confess,

It took me awhile to learn his name and what he’s for.

I got on my knees and prayed and finally his name, I wore.

My God, my love, my holy spirit.

The one above, I hold so dearest.

He was my savior and my life for so long now.

Every time I needed him, he lifted me from the ground.

He said “Miss, I hate to see you frown,

but I’m here now, so don’t cry or feel sorrow anymore,

I’ll fill your life with happiness and so much more."

and so he did and I feel better than before.

You have to believe and have some hope

And he’ll give you the life, you once wrote.

I’m blessed,

and I must confess,

and I hope to expect, nothing less

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