I have a beautiful smile.
Rooted in bitterness and sorrow it was a seed that was planted in anger and pain and a flower that was grown in hatred and discouragement.
I am intelligent, beautiful and successful.
I had everything that I wanted except the one thing that I needed...You.
I had money to buy precious things
But precious things could never fill the hole in my soul so this was my cry for help!
I had a mouth to speak words of encouragement but I didn't have the words to tell my story.
I didn't have the words to say what I was feeling inside
My soul was bruised and my spirit lay in the broken pieces of glass...
Piece by piece each of them fell to the ground
With a different sound of emotion to the other
I traveled the world running away from my fears but instead I was trapped inside a block of emotions and
I was crying...
I was crying for help
This was my cry for help until You became my lord
My Great Testimony!