There’s a story that I’ve listened to
A script inside my head
A fable I have chosen to believe
Again and again
Written by a million hands
From the moment I first breathed
And this broken story that I was told
Became the story I believed
A monologue that says I’m not good enough
A myth that says I don’t belong
A plot that tells me I’m not beautiful
A crying out for love
These stories I believed became
My lens, my looking glass
I saw the world in that broken light
My present defined by my past
And what I chose to see through that glass
Became how I saw myself
Became how I gave and received love
Became my heaven or my hell
These wayward stories within me
This wandering prodigal mind
Needed someone that loved me to call me home
And rewrite the storyline
O great Love, great Author of all
I let someone else determine my worth
I let someone else write these lines in my head
When the story was always yours
Will you come reclaim my story?
Will you come and change this lens?
Will you come and rewrite this tired script
From the beginning to the end?
Not only the days I live through now
And the days that have not come yet
But all those moments I left behind
That I wanted to forget?
Only You can love me so deep
That these lies I believed are forgiven
Only You can hold me so tight
That my future and past is rewritten
So I will trade this story I’ve held onto so long
I will trade all my ashes for beauty
The story that defines me, the story that is true
Is the story of how deep you love me.
-From my upcoming book Prodigal Mind: Reframing Your Story to Reclaim Your Life. Please pray for a publisher!