The secrets of the past rest

I had a secret, truth would reveal,
About a time I tried to steal.
For many a year, it rot inside,
And got so big, I could not hide.
Chimes of guilt in my head have now rung,
Tears of painful memories-falling, they begun.
The story was spilled, I felt so ashamed,
I was judged, alone, and ultimately blamed.
No one would accept me for what I had done,
And the secrets of my past could not be overcome.
Until a man named Jesus died just for me,
He took away my sin and set me free.
He accepted me as I was, and took me at my worst,
And that's why in my life, I put him first.
People will wag their tongues to ears that should not hear,
But when you have Jesus, to whom shall you fear?
The time has come to let the secrets of your past rest,
And give it to the man who loves you the best.

prayers to God on purpose

There are just some things I will never understand,
like how God made the heavens, the skies, the land.
or why cows are called cows, or why there is pain,
but there's one question i want answered that's driving me insane.
what is my purpose here God, I know there is a reason,
you've designed me for greatness, I've been training for the season.
These plans are bigger than I but could never outshine you Lord,
but if you could please just show me just what in my future has been stored.
Lord I want to honor your name, and have your heart,
I want to do things with you I just don't know where to start.
I praise you and I thank you for this life and those around me,
But I'm ready to make a difference life, so please come quick, surround me.
Help me find my point to my life and maybe then,
I can live with you in heaven, but till now i say "amen".