Father, you made me You made me in your Image Father, you made me You made me in your image Father, you gave me hopes and dreams So I'd believe in me Father, you made me You made me in your image
Father, you made me Woke me up and gave me Peace Your peace That surpasses my own understanding Filling me up with a joy That unto me Isn't too demanding Or is it? You see I have work to do Your work I must do I've been purposed to Share my story Giving God the glory At times I have to tell the world no In order to answer God with my yes It isn't about the rest It is about serving the best I expect mega blessings I no longer choose to be The little girl, a grown woman Abused by men and women Since the age of 13 You see I didn't always be This woman who acknowledges The God in me Blessings block by insecurities Other people's and my own Lost in the pleasure of pleasing others Shrinking in order to have others not be Insecure around me Diming my light so the next could shine Unable to hear the whispers of the enemy in my mind Few years ago I didn't know love was a choice Constantly being defeated by the enemy For I couldn't recognize God's voice Assumed that if I loved you You would mirror my love for you Instead of just treating me how you wanted to Multiple people taking my kindness for weakness Taking advantage of all that I could do Accepting the abuse Is what I was use to Chances after chances They could fool me a hundred times And still I'd find a way to stay Because the sex blew my mind Childish ways created a victim mentality Decades living in a false reality All because I didn't know my value Nor my self worth Accepting what I felt was love Even though it would hurt Yet love isn't supposed to hurt Slap me upon my face Destroying my ego and my grace With words that slice through my emotions Like the rusted machete I was once slapped Across my thunder thighs with Or the pain so tremendous that shot Like that one time he pumped the gun so hard The BB left a hideous mark on my backside, pissed Still tried to make the best of it Out of these bad situations Even my first time Was a mental manipulation Sexually, verbally, physically Mentally, emotionally even financially abused Yet I stand here before you a Victor Praising God for He brought me through Years spent stuck in the wilderness I've made it to my Promised Land Delivered To help free women and men Once like me Who were way too blind to see All that God created us to be We were made in His image To not be afraid of being alone Where we stay in situations God didn't call to be our own Just to have someone who "loves" us Knowing they don't But first You gotta know your worth Recognize you're living in hurt Let them go Put God first Father you made me To know better So now I do I owe it all to you Abusive relationships I no longer choose Rather strengthen my relationship with you
Father, you made me You made me in your Image Father, you made me You made me in your image Father, you gave me hopes and dreams So I'd believe in me Father, you made me You made me in your image
Marcia S. McNeill Words By Marcia Poet|Author|Songwriter Inspire|Uplift|Motivate