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In the Presence of the Lord May 6 2011

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In the Presence of the Lord May 6 2011

At the darkest times in my life,
abused and feeling the most pain.
A miracle that changed my life,
this is my story, believe it, I'm not insane!

With nowhere else to turn,
for someone to help me deal with my rapes.
I chose to turn to the Lord, Jesus Christ,
spiritually he will keep my life in shape.

First step: Forgive your attacker and then give it all to God,
imagine how hard that would be to do.
Second step: Go back to the attack after giving it to God,
can you picture Jesus there with you?

I went through both steps, gave all that  I could,
but in the end Jesus wasn't there with me.  
It wasn't because he didn't love me, there was still mallace in my heart,
Jesus was waiting for me to release my forgiveness that he needed to receive.

On May third I had a breakthrough with Christ
and a miracle I received.
I closed my eyes and suddenly I was 14 in the fetal position, crying from being raped,
after a few short moments all I felt was relieved.

I looked over by my closet and I saw a golden silhouette,
with soft comforting crying blue eyes starring directly at me.
With a soft spoken voice he said, "Give it to me, I will carry the weight, the burden, 
here's a little happiness for you to receive."

I opened my eyes to wipe away my tears,
but, there was a smile on my face.
Something inside me said, "Close your eyes,
there's one more place you need to retrace."

So I closed my eyes and the next thing I know,
I'm 21 and I'm lying on my livingroom floor.
Once again in the fetal position, crying and distraught,
this time with my two year old crying at the door.

Again a sense of relief fills the air 
and all of a sudden my daughter settles down.
So I looked behind me, that same man as before, with those soothing eyes,
was holding my child comforting her with her favorite toy clown.

He looked at me in my eyes and gently said to me,
"Pull yourself up, Get off the floor, clean yourself up for your daughters sake. I 
promise you everything will be okay.
You will give this terrible tragedy to me, it's mine to take. Your strong and your kids 
need you now.
Are you hearing what I have to say?"

Once I was willing to do my part,
giving it to God and forgiving the one who caused me harm.
It was  then I received my miracle,
the Lord works in mysterious ways with his uniquely added charm!

Jesus came with the magical key
and unlocked me from my chains.
Finally I am free,
released from the torture and the pain.

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  1. Date: 6/1/2011 9:09:00 AM
    A stunning poem. Heart of poetry and beatitude. Write sparingly, to maintain and increase your wealth which all of us will share. Thanks