Versions PT. 2 Poem, by Sunflowersinrain, at My poetic side

I have versions,

New ones never before seen.

I've started taking the,

Used,

Abused,

Manipulated,

Versions of old,

And throwing them into the fire.

Sorting the masks that once stared back,

Picking out the trash.

"You're pathetic,"

Father, God Almighty, calls me "Daughter,"

"You're disgusting,"

I've been bathed in the blood,

"You're different,"

I've let God in,

Giving him the glory.

I find the masks and versions,

of gold and jewels,

And I melt them down.

I let go of my understanding,

My pride,

My life;

All to Jesus of Nazarene,

The Messiah,

The one true.

Versions PT. 2