Victory Poem by Kimberly Candace

I can't believe I've made it here
and how everything is finally clear.
People I use to know don't believe it.
But how can you believe it
when you always have to see it.

But it doesn't bother me still,
not anymore.
Why should they believe I'm clean?
I never was before.
But what does bother me still
is that when I knew these people
I was phony never real.
I was backslid for so long that
never to these people did I mention
God and his Son.
And even though I knew I was wrong
I wouldn't stop using...your flesh can sometimes
be so strong.

I've known Jesus as my personal
Lord and Savior,
I've known him since I was nine.
But the people I met when I was 22
had something different to offer
something completely new.
But addiction wasn't their fault
none of them are to blame,
as least they shared what they knew.
What I knew I didn't mention
as if I were ashamed.

The only one at fault is the
one who walked away.
The one who never mentioned Jesus
not even his name.
How do you convince someone that
He is real when your living for the things
in this world and like them you begin not
to feel.
Had I lived like someone who knew
Jesus I think what it may have done.

It took 6 months and 5 days,
September 10th had made it's way,
September 10th was THE day.
Forgiveness was there, victory mine
to claim,
finally I could forgive myself,
finally no more guilt and blame.
And there is power in prayer
I'm living proof,
and there's one everyday
one for each of you.
It may not seem like much
but it will have to do.

Because these people I once knew
they still won't believe it,
they refuse to see that it's true.
But like I said before, how can
you believe it if you always have to
see it.