My Testimony

Misunderstood ever since I was a little girl.

Misused, abused, and told don’t you know “this the real world!”

All of your visions, all your dreams should hit the sideline.

Cause If they don’t, don’t you know that you will be left behind.

Behind by who? Behind by what? Well let me break it down.

I was so lost, so very lost, and then I was so found …

Oh not by grace but by RELIGION had wrapped me tight.

It said I didn’t have to be wrong if I faked right.

And so I faked it, then I made it for a little while.

The only thing was that I had forsook the little child,

you know, the one inside of us the one that calls out,

the one that says “I don’t belong here, please just me out?”

The little child… the one who is protected by the King.

The one whose silenced when we act like we know everything?

And so, it took a while to hear that little voice inside.

The one misunderstood when on another I relied.

For this my sin, the sin is what I call “the fear of man”

It had me sinkin deeper like I was in quicksand.

Now hear my story, the real story cause it gets deep,

and God forbid that He returns and catches us asleep.

All nestled up and snuggled up, up on the inside,

with fear, with doubt, but most all just sleeping with our pride.

This pride is killing souls it’s slaying Christians left and right

And even though I once was blind and lived without sight.

It’s possible, my heart is full this is a new day,

because I’m moving forward nothing getting in the way.

This pride in Christ’s name, it is cast aside for greater cause,

The King protects the real me to Him I owe all applause.