I will wear it like a medal of honour
I hear the hisses and snarling murmurs
Who does she think she is?
I hold it up high like a torch to a race
See, see, ask what you will
For I wear it like a medal of honour
Oh, she is no good! She is not worthy! I disapprove!
It is mine to keep, a bestowal if you wish
History has spoken, who are you to judge?
I place it on a mantel next to my other prized possessions
Go and see it if you please
For you will not silence what was meant to be
I wear it like a medal
My medal of honour
What was meant to break me
Hoisted me instead
And hush your scrutiny
The victory was claimed, and the race was won
For winning medal goes to me
No longer will you hang around my neck as dishonour
No longer will you weigh me down, pull me down
For He who bears my heart outweighs you
So, I hold you up and the host of heavens cheer
You earned my kiss
My victory kiss
So, hang now on my chest
For you did not beat me
I did you
2 thoughts on “Here’s to what was meant to break me!”
Too too precious???what comes to break us actually builds us.
All you have to say is…..look and see what the Lord has done….look and see how the Lord has built. He has built beautifully??
Thank you, Sharm.