Concealed, there’s a story,
It’s messy and deep.
There was a time in my life when I could only weep.
There were things that I saw no one else could see,
I was anxious, depressed, bound by PTSD;
but my God came to win the battle for me.
Today, I live like I’m happy as can be…
no one sees the inside or the things that I’ve seen.
I live life with love because of Jesus in me,
my life may get messy but He makes it clean.
When I start to feel anxious, and send Him my plea,
It isn’t so bad having PTSD.
Depression and anxiety will not define me.
I don’t show just anyone, because I don’t need pity.
No, I discern one who needs to be freed,
with them I will share the hope that they need.
Though I look like I’m normal, and there’s nothing more to see,
in reality my God has done great things in me.