My Version
I tried to do it all myself,
Wanting to be my own saviour,
God needed to be brutal,
Because, I was headstrong,
I thought my way was the best way,
I only wanted to hear my voice.
God sometimes needs to push hard,
To get me to listen,
I can be pig headed,
Unwilling to sit in his classroom
He had to push me down in my seat,
And, still I wasn’t a good student.
My classmates said I was dumb,
They pointed out my errors,
They looked for ways to show me,
Just how stupid I was,
They tried to make each day,
A lesson about my stupidity.
God my teacher was at the front,
Showing me how to love,
But, I listened to my classmates more,
Bullied into despair,
I thought that I was unworthy,
The daily message of stupid,
Etched into my heart.
The lessons I needed to learn,
God’s voice slowly brought to light,
Hear his lesson about love,
Trust that he will deliver,
See the heart of love,
Know that the he will transform,
Words of hate and mistrust,
Into joyous shouts of praise.