How I know the Lord is pleased with me

Poetry

Oh, Lord!
How long this road
has been for me.
I have no idea
how you managed
to set me free.
I had so many enemies.
Their wickedness
confounded me.
Why were they so
against me?
The more
I pursued you,
the more
they swore at me.
I thought it was
a good thing
to follow you, Lord.
Why could they not
be happy for me?
I just wanted to
be free.
Why did they not
want the same as me…