Thank you lord for making me this way.For walking me through nights of terror.
Covering my losses with your hope.
Helping me endure time without those I love.
Not as alone as I thought, peace you brought.
The times I could not understand my thoughts.
When reason failed and fortune died.
Especially for making me different, thanks.
And sharing with me why, normal is so boring.
Sometimes I just want to cry as I share.
As I tell others about your love, they seem to stare.
Then I remember, you come to them in different ways.
Your heart telling me what to say.
Words fill my heart, pouring forth on the page.
Some ancient sage I wish to quote, and you say no.
Knowing your will fills my mind and floods my heart.
Never far apart, strange though I may seem.
To these who despise, dismiss or denigrate me, you see.
And now I understand, that as I follow you, becoming more a man.
After your own heart, others fear the change.
Thinking it makes me, and others strange.
When all I feel is understanding.
Yes I am different, my friends can be as well.
Please give me the words so each I can tell.
That, they are loved, through this sin.
Fallen and broken we can be born a new.
Your grace if we allow, does replace the desires of this space.
Accepting you as our Christ or savior, the son of God.
Letting you come in, makes me better.
I thank you for making me different.