You dance behind closed doors

with strangers and different men

under the twisted disillusionment of lust

hoping that one of them will see your soul and tell you who you are

you didnt believe him when he told you

you were chosen

and wonderfully made

you scoffed at the idea that you could be special

which is why your wrists and that blade used to struggle

“what am I doing here?”, defeated you stay in the mirror

gazing at a broken woman

with many scars

you cant fathom how shes still alive

how has she survived

you know Jesus died for you but you cant fathom why

“who am I?” so underserving you cant even see that you did nothing to earn this

he gave his life for you he wasn’t murdered

you have to believe you are someone worth fighting for

worth dying for

someone with a purpose and a voice

chin up, sweet girl

surely you are distinguished

come out from that darkness

and the bondage you live in

you have to believe that you are here for His reason

and that every part of you He knows

so vibe with him

sing a song, bust a rhyme to him

pray your heart out so loud to him

because he’s heard your cry to men

you were looking for the love of God in them

But now it’s time to embrace the love and Grace he gives