Imprisoned in my guilt and fear,
I stood condemned within myself.
I judged myself. Alone, I fell.
Imprisoned in my imperfections,
Chains of shame encased me.
I judged myself: Shamed, I fell.
That voice within my head imprisoned me,
With words hard to forget:
“Fat. Stupid. Ugly. No one loves you.”
Then a whisper in my soul spoke forth,
And claimed me as God’s own.
God knew me! God understood me!
God whispered more. “I love you, know you
Through and through, without reserve,
Forever! You are free, redeemed, and filled with life!”
I lifted my head, and stood upon my feet,
With hands and eyes raised high, I thought,
“God loves me, so now I choose to love myself.”