Redemption

I waited patiently for the Lord;
He turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the deep pit,
Out of the mud and mire,
He set my feet on a rock
And gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
A hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
And put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man
Who makes the Lord his rock,
Who does not look to the proud,
Or turn aside to false gods
Is Your servant.
Many, oh Lord my God,
Are the wonders you have done.
The things You planned for us
No one can recount to You;
Were I to speak and tell of them,
They would be too many to declare.
Sacrifice and offering You required
And I gave them.
I said I have come, o my King!
I desire to do Your Will,
Your law is written in my heart.
I long to serve no one but You!

Writing for me

       I've forgotten to write. I thought it was my passion, but no words flowed through my pen. I hardly know what or how to even we write now. I've felt like I've been under water not breathing as of late. I haven't wanted to write. I was angry about too much. I wasn't reading either. I couldn't say the last book I read. I don't dream any more.
       What's the matter with me? What have I lost to get to this point? I'm so empty. No stories were bursting within me to be writ. What has become of me? I forgot why I wrote.
      It's who I am- what I am. No more sorrow, it's so behind me. My anger too. What was lost has found me. I've found my reason for the pen. Its my story of what I make of myself. I don't care anymore.  These are my words~ part of me. A piece the world can't take away. It makes me stronger, wiser, and powerful. 
This is me!