The loneliest path,
Seemed to be God’s choice for me,
Day after day I tried to hear God,
But, I didn’t hear him speak,
I thought my life was worthless,
That God wouldn’t bother with me,
Wretched failure was all I heard.
Surrounded by hate,
Light never entered my day,
My dear enemy loved to tear down,
My daily sobs were his greatest pleasure,
Lord, you felt far away from me,
Vindictive words lashed every trusted promise,
Sacred friendship sacrificed for greed’s desires,
My life hung on by a thread,
With everything taken away,
My end seemed to be very close.
But, my path has become clear,
Hate’s futile yapping is just an annoyance,
The way forward is full of hope,
Struggling steps have become confident strides,
My smile begins from genuine love,
Testifying to the transformation of despair,
Every contemptuous act against me,
God has counted up with righteous wisdom,
My funeral dirge is now a victory anthem,
Sung loud and clear for everyone to hear.