As a child, a love for Jesus Christ
was something cherished in my life.
From little on, in a small Lutheran school
at Bethany Lutheran it was cool
to grow up Christian like everyone there
I had no worries – not one care.
After Junior High it was public school
I realized I was no longer cool.
I needed to learn a world that was real
no matter the cost or how it made me feel.
From a class of 17 to 500 caused me fear
but I clung to my cross necklace which I held dear.
With tall metal doors that opened wide
I panicked as I walked inside.
I knew that I was no longer home
and quickly my eyes began to roam.
Unknown faces;
unfamiliar places.
Teens with saggy pants;
teens who swore in rants.
Teens who stared;
teens who glared.
Spiritual poverty.
Clearly many moral free.
Teens who hated
all that I appreciated.
Soon I learned to witness
that became my spiritual fitness.
Talks on God that caused me strife
but shared what’s important in my life.
Outnumbered? Yes.
But I felt blessed.
New friendships came
from beliefs that were the same.
W.W.J.D. bands
tied around their hands.
A cross necklace hung low
to let others know.
What I thought was a curse
really was not the worst.
My faith grew even more
than it ever had before.
Taking a stand for your belief
may at first cause angst and grief.
But if you defend your Lord above
you will be showered with His love,
and when you need His Holy Spirit
just be still and you will hear it.
For when He walks with you
there is nothing you can’t do!