My Story
11/30/2019
Everybody has a story
I just hope mine brings Him glory
My journey has not been real pretty
But I’m not looking for your pity
I’ve been battered and I’m scarred, but I’m still standing
Trials can be hot burning, and storms cruelly demanding
Yet, I’m not some hopeless victim, I’m Victoria
I’m just here to sing, “¡A Dios sea la gloria!”
At times, it’s been quite grim and frankly, gory
With difficulty, I did wade, through unchartered territory
But every time I looked to Him, He would sustain me
He held my head up high, when they disdained me
I was promised love, but given pain in place of pleasure
Convinced my heart was not enough to truly treasure
Gave all I had to give and still, that tie was severed
Learned to trust, His scales are balanced, His justice fairly measured
Grieving the loss of what I dreamed, yet never had, I traveled
Then a trusted friendship turned to trauma, and I unraveled
I tried to process and make sense of such a violation
So, I chose familiarity over fresh pain, with hesitation
I knew the pattern would repeat, but I was weary
I prayed that I was wrong and hoped sincerely
When it reared its ugly head again it was with vengeance
Reality exposed the deceitfulness of feigned repentance
There where I met my end, I just couldn’t take it
Broken and exhausted, I didn’t know how I would make it
When I could not walk or stand, He still upheld me
He took me by the hand, His grace propelled me
You see me where I stand today, but you don’t know my story
With all I am I still declare, to God be all the glory!
My journey has not been real pretty
But I’m not looking for your pity
I’ve been battered and I’m scarred, but I’m still standing
Trials can be hot burning, and storms cruelly demanding
Yet, I’m not some hopeless victim, I’m Victoria
I’m just here to sing, “¡A Dios sea la gloria!”
Desirie Victoria
Thank you for reading! I pray you found this helpful!
Loads of love and grace to you,
