My Story

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