I Carry A Faded Photograph

From My Yearbook Long Ago

And The Words Of Expectation

That Always Help Me Grow.

You See, I REFUSE TO LET THOSE WORDS

Be Prophecies Of My Life.

I CHOOSE RATHER TO LET THEM

BUILD ME UP BY THEIR STRIFE.

I Always Strive To Rise Above

The Thoughts They Had Of Me

And Prove That I Have Value

That They Were Blind To See.

I Will Not Ever Let Them

Bring Me Down To Those Base Places,

Where Poor Expectations Come To Pass,

And I Lose All My Races.

I Will Not Dwell On Pain They Caused,

But I Will Rise Above

To Walk & Serve The Lord Himself

And Others In His Love.

I Find My Pain Has Helped Me

To Identify With Hurting Souls,

A Gift That Strangely Came To Me

From Anger’s Burning Coals.

The Lord Has Told Us That His Grace

Is Sufficient For Us Indeed,

So We Should Turn Our Eyes On Others

To Help Supply Their Need.

And When We Do, We’ll Find A Truth

That Most Folks Never Find,

THAT GOD HIMSELF LOOKS OUT FOR US,

WHEN WE EMBRACE THAT MIND.