HANNAH: "STILL I WILL SING"

 

"My dad used to be abusive. It gave me a lot of anxiety to go see him, but God kept calling me to go and bless him.

For a spoken word competition, I wrote a poem on how I felt at home. I lied and told my dad a time to come, so he wouldn't hear me perform it. He found out what time it really was and showed up. I was in tears and had a ton of anxiety right before, but I still said my poem. I ended up getting nationals for my poem and for my raw emotion. I was able to confront my abuser and address my pain right to his face. God protected me completely. God enables us to confront our fears in the most beautiful way possible so He can be glorified. Although my dad didn't change right away, it prepared him for the day he would be changed." 

~Hannah's poem~

Still I Will Sing  

Cold steel walls surround me. With a barred door of fear and defeat, his anger traps me in. 

But still I will sing. I will sing of how someday You will set me free. 

Someday, You will defeat all my enemies. Though they try to drag me down, Your protection I have found. I am not going anywhere, because their threats have fallen to the ground. I know in Your arms, God, I am safe and sound. 

Although I don't have a perfect mother or father, I know that I am God's daughter. 

So still, I will take another breath just to live a little longer. I will take another step just to grow a little stronger. Of You, Oh God, I have grown fonder. 

I will praise Your name through these hard jail cells, because You have brought me living water from the well. You have raised me out of the depths of hell.

Because of You, I will scream and yell, "I am alive!"

And I will keep on living until the day I die, because I am not living if I keep believing these lies. That I am defeated, unloved, weak. 

I will truly be living if it is God that I seek. 

I will really be living if I look towards eternity, and not the things here, now, the things that should have never been seen. It's imminent that I will be set free. 

I know right now, things are tough. But God has designed me to be a diamond in the rough. I know that under pressure, I am coal. But God will make what is incomplete, whole. 

To God I will give my soul, because He can make a dirty life, beautiful.

Cold steel walls surround me. With a barred door of fear and defeat, his anger traps me in. 

But still I will sing. 

Of You, God, of Your love and glory.

I know one day there will be an earthquake and I will be set free. That day, You will defeat all my enemies.