THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY DEAR SISTER WHO PASSED AWAY 5 YEARS AGO. SHE WAS AN ALCOHOLIC FOR OVER 30 YEARS. I LOVED HER DEARLY AND NEVER GAVE UP ON HER. I PRAYED CONTINOUSLY FOR HER RECOVERY. GOD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS AND FOR 7 YEARS BEFORE SHE DIED, SHE WAS ALCOHOL FREE. SHE WAS A SPECIAL LAMB AND A PRECIOUS PEARL.
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It takes a wounded oyster to make a precious pearl.
You can cut a faded flower,
And the bush will bloom once more.
It takes a life that's suffered, to make a heart of gold.
That's how God makes special lambs that are part of his fold.
Wounds that hurt for healing is where God wants us to be.
It's the scars that come from battle,
That are proof for all to see,
That no matter your situation,
There is one who understands.
For Jesus bares a scar in each palm of his hands.
If your heart has been wounded from so much adversity,
And the scars are a reminder of how your life use to be,
Let Jesus loose the ties that bind you,
Only he can set you free.
For to him you are more precious,
Than all the pearls in the sea.