Every few years I reread Ed Welch’s book Shame Interrupted. I’ve been thinking a
lot lately about the feeling of never measuring up, which started early in
life. This poem was the result of my ponderings.
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The voices in my head tell me I don’t belong,
I’m not wanted,
not welcome,
not good enough.
I don’t look right,
act right,
feel right,
talk
right.
I still hear the whispers behind my back,
Taunts and jibes,
trying to provoke a reaction.
I won’t let them know how it hurts,
keep my head down,
Pretend I don’t hear them, I don’t care.
One day soon I’ll leave them behind,
go to better places.
But the voices still follow me, still echo in my head.
I wasn’t invited,
I’m not wanted,
they don’t care.
There is One Voice I trust, One who never fails,
One Who says,
“I hear,
I know,
I love you.”
He too experienced shame,
Crucified, naked, taunted,
“If you are the Christ!”
“Save
yourself!”
He endured the cross, despising the shame,
For us, for me.
There are some who speak His words,
but they too forget,
They don’t hear the voices in my head.
They are dealing with voices of their own.
But God remains,
interrupting shame,
Reminding me,
“You are My beloved child.”
“Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood,
Sealed my pardon with His blood,
Hallelujah, what a Savior!”
“For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall
back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom
we cry, ‘Abba! Father!’” (Rom. 8:15).
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