Blast From the Past

I was with you until I was ten, then the Lord came and took your hand; Goodbye was hard to say, I was so young when you went away. Time went on, abuse and pain, all my sunshine turned to rain; My father's house was dark and cold, loneliness consumed my soul. Then one day as I walked home, someone whispered, "your not alone!" I stopped to look about, nothing there so I went on. Once at my door, fear gripped my heart; I could see my step-mom was drinking, there was a darkness, coming, creeping! I hurried past her to my room, she followed me with doom and gloom; then I saw what was in her hand, my heart sank like shifting sand! She held a gun close to her side, there was a gleam of glee deep in her eyes; she lifted it up to my head, my eyes on hers in deep concern,I collapsed upon my bed. There was no sound, no light, no shout, but I could feel angels of God all about; My heart it trembled deep inside, as my fear turned to courage, I could not hide. I sat and faced death that day, and Jesus held me all the way; Soon she dropped the gun back down, she couldn't do it, and without a sound; she turned and crept away! I was twelve years old that day!