Serena Malcolm

I lay a broken woman,
Sobbing from within,
I cursed my very existence,
Laden with untold sins.
I lost all hope, all passion,
I lost my chance for truest love,
I felt the world had turned its back
and all I thrived on turned to dust.

So in my wretchedness and squalor,
At the lowest point I’ve seen,
I lay a broken woman,
No means to be redeemed.

Then I saw a brilliant light,
Just before I closed my eyes,
And I heard the sweetest song
that I scarce could recognise,
And most of all I felt that heat;
Warmth that filled my soul,
I breathed in every whisper
of my saviour’s loving hold,
And I clambered to my knees,
And I stumbled to my feet,
And I straightened up my crooked back
and brushed off the debris,
And I breathed in more of God’s sweet love,
And I felt it fill my veins,
And I held my head up high
as I sensed my strength again,
And I knew it in that instant,
And its truth was so divine,
I will never again feel wretched,

I am blessed and I will rise:

A phoenix from the ashes,
Carried on heaven’s wing,
Not now lost nor ever lonely,
Just aflame with strength within.