~I~
Never Leave Nor Forsake
She cringes at the sound of sirens
And at this alarming sound
Her heart
Forgets
To
Beat.
Her heart remembers memories
Shattered glass
Panicked screams
Colors fading to black
Spinning on a carousel
As if it were a mere dream
She lets in the shock
And lets out a sob
Death did not steal her again
It has yet to rob.
She has fallen into the winter cold,
The type of cold that shivers through your soul.
I want to tell the little girl that she was brave
And that she has nothing to fear
That the storm will dim
And the nightmares will be over.
It just might...
Take a few years.
Abba, I'm sorry I didn't see Your light
When all I could see was the dark.
You said You would always protect me.
And I believed You,
But I just
... I just fell apart.
Yet you put me back together.
I feel Your grace in the sounds
Of the wind rustling through the trees
I know there is peace in the storm when
You say,
You will never leave nor forsake me.
~II~
I forgave the one that did not want me.
I recently heard the testimony
Of a woman who survived an saline abortion.
A person who lives to tell the story.
A sister in Christ.
She was supposed to be born dead,
Yet at 7 and a half months,
She was born alive.
The woman who performed the abortion
Signed her birth certificate.
She met her biological mother eventually.
She forgave her.
Forgave the one that did not want her.
There are just some people that you meet
That the word beautiful
Just effortlessly
Comes to your mind when you see them.
Now, I'm not talking about physical beauty,
But, rather,
A beauty that comes deep from within the soul.
I do not know this woman,
But one thing that I know is
She is beautiful.
The way she talks,
The joy that radiates from her eyes,
Her passion for others.
She exudes forgiveness.
Bitterness did not succeed in taking hold of her.
...By the Grace of God.
I want that joy.
I want that hope.
I want that healing.
I want that peace.
Lately, God has been teaching me
That I deserve to live.
This may not makes sense on the surface,
But having survived six car accidents,
I know the belief.
The belief that I should have died.
The belief that resurfaces
Everytime a friend,
An aquaintance
Passes away.
Gianna Jessen was supposed to live
To speak of the miracle that took place in her life.
To have God speak through her and
Spiritually and literally save lives.
So must I live with passion
With joy that is unmistakable.
For life is brief,
A blink of an eye,
Yet I still live.
I shouldn't have died
Because God is not done with me yet.
My time has not come,
But when it does,
I will embrace my Saviour.
My arms are open wide.
"His word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot."
-Jeremiah 20:9
~III~
To come to the point where you realize
That everything is related.
You've been stuck for so long
That you never saw that
The key was right in front of you.
Let it go.
Life flashes before your eyes
And it
Keeps on flashing.
The trauma of life being almost taken from you.
And in a way,
You feel like it has been taken from you.
Let it go.
We live the trauma
As though it were the present
Instead of the past.
We fight for truth,
A day when life made more sense.
Let it go.
There is healing in knowing that every life is beautiful.
There is healing in letting go.
God can use anything.
Even a story based on a story
To let you know that you are not alone.
You deserve to give yourself the opportunity
To give it up to Him.
Let it go.
