To My Past Self

Thank you,
For the times when you felt like giving up and dying
When you spent all night alone crying
When you didn't think you could make it
You held on, hoping you'd not be forsaken

You persevered through the trials and pain
Through all of the enemy's lying and ways
When you thought that there would never be better in life
You did not let go or choose then to die

Though you weren't sure of all the reasons for which you were fighting
Though it felt like you fought it all alone in the night
Though you didn't always know how to continue
You never gave up, you had faith to make things new

And now you have come to the Promise of God
The place where you were always meant to belong
You have come to a knowing of just who you are
And who you've always been, in spite of it all
And you see with a vision beyond human eyes
You know greater measure of your glorious life
But only because she was faithful to see
To hold on to the Promise beyond wildest dreams

So thank you for faithfulness, for who you are
If you had given up, you'd be totally lost
But in partnership with Yahweh, you did you create
Only by Word, by Spirit, by faith

I will not be disdainful of the me of the past
For if she was faithless, I wouldn't me have
But somehow she saw what she could not then see
And by her own faithfulness, she did make me.


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