Behold, God is Great

My life is a constant struggle, a battle of my will.

Every decision, every action, every word

is a product of the motivation of my heart.

The motivation of a fragile, broken heart.

I want a pure heart.

I have the number for a counselor

who specializes in dealing with self-destruction.

Most of me wants to call her,

sort these issues out for good..

But there is still a part of me

that likes the comfort of a broken heart.

Something inside of me still hates me,

and I hate to admit it, but when it matters,

that part is almost always stronger.

I am more than a conqueror.

I am not defined by an eating disorder.

I am not defined by a weak heart.

I am not defined by my job.

I am not defined by the mistakes I have made.

I am not defined by my friends, my family or my enemies.

I am defined by Jesus Christ crucified.

I am a pure and spotless offering before my God.

I am no longer forsaken,

I am no longer desolate,

I am called Hephzibah,

I am the delight of the King of Heaven