I am Found

I am found.

You are born. You grow old. You die.
That's always been a way of me perceiving things.
Trying to find a purpose in this life I always asked myself what's the point? If we are only born to die.

I looked up to the sky and all I could do is cry. Asking the most high for a reply to all my questions.
Trying to calm my anxiety and depression.

What is life?
Wanting to just end it all with a knife.

Is this all it is to it?
Watching my parents split.
Seeing my brother in conflict.
Me thinking of cutting my wrist.
How do you want me to fully submit?
Are you really there, Holy Spirit?

So many questions stumbled me in life.
How many more tries?
Do I really have to think twice?
Be wise?
How much more time needs to go by?
I just don't understand why.
What is the price?
Do I really need to try and survive?

Asking myself so many questions I didn't have the answer to. That I didn't understand.
Do I need to take a stand?
Why do things never go as planned?
Maybe I just misunderstand.
God, please give me a hand.

"I died for you, you live for me.
I am still here, just get down on your knees.

I heard your prayer.
I never let your tears fall on the floor.
You don't have to keep fighting on your own anymore.
Why do you feel ignored?

I've always been there.
I've always been aware.

I love you.
All I say is true.
I promise to always be here.
So be of good cheer.

You are my daughter.
I am your supporter.

You are found.
I picked you up from the ground.
And I will not leave you uncrowned."

I am just trying to make you proud.
I'm sorry for all my doubts.
I will now yell it LOUD.
THANK YOU JESUS!

I am found.