Rising up, I bless Your name...

Not everyone will always love us. Maybe it's time I learned this. In a way I have. But maybe it's time to realize it and not tip-toe around it as if it weren't true.

But it doesn't matter.
I dust off and I get up.

Or at least I hope that's what I'm doing...

I pick myself up.

And rising up, I say Hallelujah.
Because not all people love me.
And because some do.
And some will.

And I've heard scars can be beautiful.
And I've heard everyone has to have those if they are true followers.

I am.