Some days I when I wake up and look in the mirror,
I can't believe my eyes as my face draws nearer.
Pictures of who I am don't appear to show
Reflections of who I was just a few years ago.
The journey from dark to light, from death to life
From pain and struggle and sorrow and strife…
It takes my mind on high seas for a ride
To think of all the change that's happened inside.
To go from broken, beaten and depressed,
Slitting my wrists because I felt so stressed,
Clinging to lust, porn and sexual addiction,
Cutting myself with a knife as I stood in the kitchen;
Because everything I did left me empty,
Anger and apathy were feelings so plenty.
Feeling void of life and far from purpose,
Self-destructive and hollow and worthless.
Longing for death and sprinting toward Hell,
Even when God rang loud the wakeup bell.
But now I know those are things of the past,
Parts of a testimony that will forever last.
I know for sure beyond a hint of doubt
That the love of God will never run out.
And it blows my mind for all He's done
When I come to realize it's only begun.