Transformation

I am a nobody To the world who decides that in their eyes I bring demise because my life Is of little importance to them A nuisance So I have to keep my distance So is that it? I dont fit in their mold and have nothing to show... Therefore I cannot be loved?

I hear whispers that only condemn, hurt, sting because their thoughts are unclean They speak curses on my existence for instance It may be sparked by jealousy, rage, a trial, hate, pain, or they simply think That I am a nobody

A social hierarchy at which I dwell at the very bottom The low rank, the outcast, the outsider In no way a saint My identity embodies what they say so I conform drifting away from the remedy that came to save But if I may explain the pain I have endured A story you have not yet heard

You see the world is wrong I am not a nobody But I am a sinner, murderer, an adulterer, liar, a cheat, fake, a mistake Filled with pride, hate, lust, anger, one who always creates a fuss I continued withering away, but one day the Lord came and said you may change But I looked at Him with no faith

My heart felt forever broken and my soul cried out in despair claiming it was not fair That I had to be judged no encouragement no hug because of what had been done My spirit yearned for something more but it couldnt discern what that was because I lacked So I pushed Him back

Yet this man would not relent See He claimed that He was sent from God up above to spread His unconditional love To pay the price for my life, to become blameless in His sight yet not by my might Not by my action... no need for perfection just need His protection and salvation

But thats not all He can take everything that I have done All the malice I spread, every day I hung my head, every bad word I said and somehow move ahead From all of my regrets, my past, my sins, my wrongs, and take me this mess And create a new being, a new creation who can finally breathe and be free No longer the old me! What a deal...

But there is more He says that He already knows me, not half of me but all of me, and He tells me about me My identity no longer lies in the ordinary self or the pain that has been dealt Instead He gives me strength, mercy, forgiveness, love, and lifts me high above

Despite me being nothing He can create something which I cannot understand But thats fine with me because His plan involves holding me in His hands so no worries Because Hes guiding me, leading me where I need to be, teaching me, molding me, breaking me, fixing me Turning the worlds ordinary into His extraordinary.