I have searched for God in places where He never left
I searched tirelessly not knowing I was the lost one
I have looked into many places and yet I couldn’t find myself
The hazy illusion of the imperfect picture the world reflected
I have defined myself by inordinate standards
Unrestrained in my judgement of who the world perceived me to be
I have bled endlessly, streams of hurt flowing relentlessly
The journey to becoming is scarcely a path strewn with roses
Even the bravest of us all can do no more than brandish our scars with as much gusto as life permits us
He came at the time I thought He had given up
When I thought myself unreachable, there He was
It was a new path but nevertheless the same walk
To behold was to become
Who would have known,
That was all I needed to find Me.

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