What kind of title is this? You probably seemed confused. Well I just replaced the U in insecurity with you. I’m not alone in this journey so can I take you by the hand?
Have you ever wondered why some things happen to us that makes our minds so cripple that we can’t underSTAND?
Causing our sense of judgement to be warped
Maybe that feeling just need melodies from David’s harp
As I write this, one of the things I battle most are the pimples on my face
For almost ten years now, it seems I might never win that race
Normally I’m supposed to leave them to heal on its own but I press them so hard that it turns to blisters leaving dark spots all over
So much that when I’m speaking to others I can’t look them straight in the eye
Because I’m scared they might see my spots and be disgusted or I lose their attention
Same way I live my life as a Christian trying in my own way to cleanse my sins not knowing they are leaving dark spots
Dark spots, so I’m doing things that are uncalled for
Forgetting that Christ rose on day 3 not 4
For our sins he had to die for
So that now that I’m describing it, it won’t be simile but a metaphor
Metaphor because I can identify my sins as being the same as me,
though unrelated but still similarities exist between us
But now the pimples still appear,
And it is because of my habit of constantly touching
I’ve prayed several times for God to heal me but I still fear
I still fear, that it might not happen
Not happen, so I lose hope all of a sudden
It shouldn’t be so
What exactly makes you insecure like acne?
Let’s talk to God about it
Jesus, my lord thank you for the gift of your Holy spirit.
So you see and know all our fears and insecurities
Our hearts are filled with infirmities
We keep trying to hide it
It soon becomes our limit
Help us to leave it
Because only you can make us new.
Hope this blessed you? 🙂
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