I used to have a testimony all written out, right before my baptism in middle school, but sadly it went missing a few years back. Sheepishly, when people would ask me to casually share my testimony, I’d try to summarize what I had written, but it went quite badly, and the analogies got twisted sometimes. Finally, God set me down and just said, “It’s time to write a new one.” It’s in this form because I love the beauty and structure in writing poetry. Here it goes:
April’s Testimony
This tale is about a young girl you may know.
She wishes to God all the glory may go.
For all of the wonder that this may possess
All came from her Lord in who’s soul does now rest.
From birth she was selfish—told lie after lie
Said, “leave me alone” when was given some pie.
No people she loved for all people loved her,
Her smile and cute laugh were to benefit “her”.
Then through many years was she timid and scared
Alone and dejected, and “no one” who cared.
She sought to stay hidden and shroud all her sin
And this lifeless solitude she did begin.
Soon homeschooling ended and middle school came
To follow the crowd gave approval, not shame.
And then insecurity grew with her sin
While fear and rebellion became her close kin.
Till God had this wretch in a check-mate position.
No friends she could trust, and “no one”who would listen.
God took away blindness and gave her clear sight
To see her sad state in the dark, not the light.
And then didst He save her, that sinner depraved,
Did she deserve grace? Nay—how she behaved!
Rebellion and lying she only could do,
To Satan the father of lies she was true.
Now April possesses free-will to love God.
She gratefully sings, and scorns not His sweet rod.
Does God not remember her debt must paid be?
Oh yes, does he know this—she’s justified; free!
He sent His own Son to be born as a man
And her life took part in His glorious plan.
Christ died, for His people He yearned to make clean,
And conquered death’s grave, for quite risen is He!
Now God’s glory shines with its most radiant ease
May sinners be brought from the sky to their knees.
Repent from their wickedness—not out of whim;
and look unto Christ that their gold may grow dim.
Down our journey guiding He gives His Word
Through which we may know our bold faith is assured.
We stand on His promise to wipe out our past;
Salvation our hope that forever will last.


