Tell A Story

Track marks tell a story
she wishes they didn’t tell
about a girl who faltered
as to smack she fell
when her heart was bleeding,
bruised by evil men
 
His scars tell a story
she grieves that they tell
about the Innocent who died
as to evil men he fell
when His heart stopped beating,
thrashed and hung upon a cross.
 
His grave tells a story
she rejoices that it tells
about a dead Man raised
to overcome her hell
when His tomb was empty,
defeated death and evil men.
 
Her life tells a story
she humbly does share
about a drug addict rescued
by the King’s gentle care
when He silenced accusations,
made a new creation.
 
Her scars tell a story
she’s no longer shamed to tell
Bout a Savior who renamed her
made her sick heart well,
when he freed from heroin’s call
healed harm done by evil men.
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Abundantly Overflowing

(The following poem has graphic content that may be triggering to sensitive readers)

Her turtleneck and long sleeved shirt hide a new blue-black bruise
At ten, bitter beer, burning whiskey numb her pain and fear
Teachers, pastors, friends close their eyes to her every tear.
Childhood memories abundantly overflowing curses and abuse

Men decide her worth – she doesn’t get to choose.
Seventy-two dollars and he sells her soul the first time
Causes shame and guilt. She doesn’t know man’s sin is not her crime.
Childhood memories abundantly overflowing curses and abuse.

Sixteen and she chooses to fight against men’s use
His hands circle neck, squeezing out her breath
Darkness descends, but she is cheated of her death
Childhood memories abundantly overflowing curses and abuse

Eighteen and she tries to escape the path she didn’t choose
College friends, drinking hard, still being chased by the past
Secrets she never dares tell and no one ever asks
Childhood memories abundantly overflowing curses and abuse.

Eighteen and her life is changed when she is asked to choose
in a whispered invitation from a Man who died upon a cross
to surrender to Him all her broken parts, sins and worthless dross,
childhood memories abundantly overflowing curses and abuse.

Childhood memories abundantly overflowing curses and abuse
she relinquishes to the One who came and died
so she could be made whole and new, never to be denied.
In Him she with joy is abundantly overflowing, never again
by shame and guilt to be accused.

This poem was written in response to:

Poetic Bloomings Prompt Day 5 – Autumnal Poem A Day Chapbook Exercise: Cornucopia

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For you this morning:

If you are in a dangerous or abusive relationship, please seek help. Go to the authorities. Tell a trusted friend. Seek a safe place to get away. You are valuable and you are loved by the God who created you. I know your pain and I know it is hard to believe when you are in the midst of horrible circumstances that God could possibly care, but he does. He is able to make a way of escape and to heal the pain.  Find a good counselor to help you process the harm done to you.

The above poem is based on my life. He has saved and rescued me. He has redeemed the broken parts through His gospel of grace. He has brought me healing through counseling and Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (E.M.D.R.). He is able to heal and to redeem every broken thing.  If He would do that for me, how much more is He willing and able to do for you?

As for me, I am poor and needy, but the Lord takes thought for me. You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God!    ~Psalm 40:17 (ESV)

For I, the LORD your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the One who helps you.”     ~Isaiah 41:13

Father God, You are a good, good Father. I pray for the hurting that You will speak Your healing, give them Your wisdom, courage, and grace to take the necessary steps of escape I pray You will bring mentors, friends, helpers into their lives that will show them the way. Please, Father, be who You promise to be, their ever present help in times of trouble. Help them to step into freedom, to know and experience Your love in a real and living way. You are the God who is able to do much more than we could ask or imagine. And today, I ask you to work in mighty ways through Your word and Your Spirit. In Jesus’s Name I ask. Amen.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.   ~Psalm 46:1