Once a recluse, shunned
Lonely and stunned.
One small, bruised reed
With such great need.
One solitary life
So full of strife.
I tried to change,
Not be so strange.
Stranger in a strange land
There’s so much I didn’t understand.
Neurologically atypical,
Change required a miracle.
People had torn me into shards
But God renews what man discards.
Brothers and Sisters in Christ
God’s mighty love for me sufficed.
It was then that grace set me free
Many true friends embraced me.
I had always been rejected,
But at Oswego I was accepted.
Here my torn life was mended,
My loneliness finally ended.
Here God’s purpose for me revealed,
If to him my life I’d yield.
Worn, torn, full of strife
By God’s mercy given new life.
Shabby, bruised, scrappy lives
God’s hand, it revives.
So the woman once rejected
God’s glory now reflected.
Answering God’s divine call
Led to passions large and small.
Helping people through what I write
Keeps me busy both day and night.
Serving God and running His race
Will make the world a better place.