The Truth Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I hate you.
I hate what you try to make me believe I am.
I hate who you try to make me believe I am.
I am the child of a King who shaped me and formed me,
A child of a King who calls me perfect and His own.
He loves me and treasures me,
He knows me more intimately than you ever could,
And He has decided who I am.

You....
You are nothing...no one.
You try to blot out His truth with these lies,
You try to make me hate myself and want to die;
But His still quiet whisper cradles my heart and comforts my soul.
I listen, and am at peace.
I am loved.
The King of Kings made...Me.
And loves...Me.
I am precious to Him;
He calls me beloved.
Nothing you can say,
Nothing you can do can change that.
I just need to listen and remember the truth.
Even when it's hard,
Even when I'm hurting;
I just need to listen and remember the truth.

(2019.8.27)