Testimony of a Christian Brony

Wrote this last night, was feeling rather poetic.

I once was an awkward teen, my attitude and behavior was obscene
I tried different identities, cultural labels to numb my reality
My treasured possessions video games and a porno magazine
Never comfortable in my own skin, my spirit longing to kill me within

Becoming more and more depraved with sin, cursing God and rejecting him
My moral fiber slowly degrading, innocence of childhood was being forsaken, taken, strength of my youth given to Satan

And at about fifteen I was beginning to see, I had to make a decision about my world vision
I tell you what I know now that i didn't know then:

My fate is not the darkness of the void called Hell, God set me apart by changing my heart
But first He softened my cold heart of stone, when my daddy's went still when I was at home alone

I was shocked, mortified, when he nearly died, I fought hard not to show that I'd cried
A week or two later on the path to recovery, I came upon a relatively new discovery
You see, I read about these guys whose passion was ponies, come to find out that they're called bronies

Acting like a jackass, I said "What's wrong with you?"
Well, that was their question too.

I gave it a try, and this line hit home: "I hate being all alone."
Rainbow Dash, rather brash, was left to atone
For a pride-filled stride

I fell in love with the series, the people all the more
I joined the herd without remorse

Not to beat a dead horse, about the message, of course:

You gotta laugh, be kind, be loyal, be true
A lovely and noble attitude is how these ponies do

Three months later, I was still searching for purpose
Ponies, they were cool, but they couldn't purchase my soul
Unlike Jesus, who came and died, rose again as the final sacrifice

A guy on the forums led me to the well, Living Water quenching my thirst and dousing my place in Hell
Can't go back now, I don't even wanna
Repented of my sins, they became abandoned, forgotten
I felt God's wrath, we were clearly divided
Then, he provided his Son's nail-scarred hands, didn't want to sin no more, I wanted to be His man

So, I surrendered my life, now I have no more strife
In my soul there is peace, washed white as fleece
I suppose I better wrap up this rhyme, I do believe I've kept enough of your time

A final word before I go; I need to show
Glory to God in the highest, all to Him I owe!

*These are inspired by real events in my life, they are an account of my former life, my Dad nearly dying, (He shouldn't be alive, thank God he is) finding MLP, then being led by a Christian in the community towards the Bible. (The well being a metaphor) I became a follower of Christ, and to this day I cannot be more grateful for these experiences. Even the bad times before, when I was an angst-y and confused teen. If you stuck with this the whole way through, I thank you. God bless, regardless.