Bryan, a beneficiary at the Seattle Adult Rehabilitation Center,
shares a poem he wrote describing his struggles and spiritual journey.
Growing up believing I was to blame
Thinking that everyone else felt the same.
“A mistake,” “In the way,” that’s how I felt
Hopes, goals, dreams, I watched them all melt.
“I” didn’t seem to be important—to them or to me,
My future didn’t matter or I just couldn’t see.
There must be something different, something with hope,
Not just darkness, evil, loneliness and more dope.
I want a friend, some family or even a mate,
A good clean life—not perfect but great.
How do I become “that” from this life of tatters,
How do I become someone else, someone that matters?
I’ve started out new more times than anyone should
Thinking this time is the time that I would—
That I would see it through and I would give it my all,
But by excusing my stumbles, I cause my own fall.
Lying to myself while twisting and turning,
Never comfortable, thirsty, never-ending yearning.
Always back to the comfort of my den of sin
Until I’d get back up and fight, but only halfway again.
I heard God has an Army that leads guys like me,
And they’ve won many battles and helped set men free.
God has all the answers—that I am told
Ask for His help and then watch it unfold.
God, I now give you my life that I’ve made such a mess,
Cheating, lying, and stealing plus more I confess.
Now I am told to stay out of Your way
Praise God and give thanks for one more day.
He’s power—He’s love—He is the One
He is my Father and I am His son!
By Bryan M