Living with and overcoming Bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder
Imperfect we were meant to be, so our flaws he could see.
Each of us made unique, so the Savior we would seek.
I have scars that will never heal, imperfect the make me feel.
No one notices nor cares, that someone’s mark my face bares.
These lesions I hide well, to look you cannot tell.
It’s no birth defect-I am not blemished, with me He is not finished.
Society is like this bunch of candies. All different flavors and packaging. Some of us covered by the blessings of our God. It is up to us to preach of his love and faithfulness. So those that are weak and naked may have the opportunity to be clothed in his redemption and love.
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, you gave your life upon that post.
I had looked far and wide, you were always at my side.
I needed someone to love me, but when blind you cannot see.
In a stable you were born, from this world you were torn.
Sent from heaven you set me free, so that forever you could be.
I will praise your name on high, sending prayers toward the sky.
I will never deny your name, it’s for those like me you came.
With you I can do many things, one day earning my wings.
My prince is alive and well, in his house I will forever dwell.
Jill L. Ware
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