Growing Up
Growing Up
I sometimes felt like laughing, I always felt like crying.
When my best was never good enough, why even bother trying.
At times when I felt weak, and other times when I felt strong.
The ones I loved the most always pointed out what I did wrong.
The only release I felt was hearing my grandmother's advice.
Lean not on my own understanding, but have faith in Jesus Christ.
I listened to what she said, but didn't understand what she meant.
Always wanting to do things my way, thinking that was better time spent.
When I gave my life to Christ at the tender age of fourteen.
Understanding what grandmother meant, about things I have not yet seen.
Growing up is half the battle, but at least it wasn't a turn for the worst.
In everything that we do, we should always keep God first.
Growing Up by Prince Holder
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