The Impact

Daddy didn’t come around he never knew the impact
Daily I was bullied, rejected now I feel the impact
Carrying shame and guilt
I’m a pack rat
Terrified to be vulnerable
But you don’t get that
Afraid to be
What they hated in me
So I pretend to me
The cautious version of me
Dangerously
Crying out to God
While Fearing man
Satan stole my identity
Somebody please
Tell me who I am
Tell me I’m okay
Tell me I don’t disgust you
Tell me all day
That I’m acceptable
And I can trust you
Father God
In the name of Jesus
I need a breakthrough
I know there’s greatness in me
But this trauma won’t let it breakthrough
I need healing
And my identity restored
God I come broken and wounded
I want bondage no more

 

 

 

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