In memory of…

The old me

She was riddled with fear

Filled with anxiety

That feeling still rears

The old me was immensely coy

To boys

To strangers

To the old, to the young

She never once entertained the danger that came from opening one’s self up to people’s rude stained tongues.

The old me was in pain

Searching for something intangible

It was not found in this earthly domain

The old me craved others happiness before her own

She forgot God set her up upon a throne

“No weapon formed against her shall prosper.”

“The Lord will establish all her ways.”

“God will make her enemies her footstools.”

“The Lord will keep her all of her days.”

The old me was ashamed.

The old me reeked of sinful propane.

The old me endured, smiled, and took for granted all her trials.

The old me was in disarray.

Thank God for saving her day!

For paving a way for her to get it right.

The new me is just now A-ok.

She has learned from her mistakes.

And sees all that is good

All that seems well

All that portrays a countenance of friendliness

Can yet and still be the Devil’s playhouse.