This is what I’ve become.
Air breathing through my lungs
come with a new appreciation for life.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Cherish each and every one.
I stood by and watched as he was lowered
realizing that no longer would I be a year older.
For you the clock stopped ticking.
Why then with each New Year am I still grieving?
Over a loss that was never gained.
Over a child that was not mine to claim.
Celebrate each day, month and year
If for no other reason than because I’m still here!
I’m still standing in spite of all I’ve been through.
Standing and praising God
Because he brought me through.
I lift my hands.
Can’t help but stand.
Overwhelmed that I made it through
And am able to share:
of all God’s glory
For what He’s done in my life.
“Can I share a testimony with you of how God spared my life?”
To God be all praise glory and honor
for the good things he has done
To God be all glory adoration and power
For his dying Son.
I’m still standing in spite of all I have done.
Still standing in forgiveness, relentless in transformation.
I can’t help but praise you for the air that I breathe.
Can’t help but say “thank you” that I no longer
For my own life, loss and sacrifice
My focus is on you
Rightly my source of divine adoration
I am still standing!
In spite of all that has come my way.
Thankful that no weapon that is formed shall prosper.
Devil, get out of my way!
I’m still here!
© Yevette C. Gooden