Look at Me

Look at you,
once miserable like me,
now happy, peaceful,
full of serenity.
Look at God! He’s not at all
like I learned at Mother’s knee,
he’s real, he cares,
he knows what’s best for me.
Look at those I’ve hated, feared,
who wrecked my life for years.
They didn’t mean to tear me up,
it’s how my needs
interefered with theirs.
Look at me,
pitiful wretch
afraidĀ of beingĀ me.
I’m now becoming
what I’d longed to be.

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