By the Blood of the Lamb
She stood before us
tears streaming down her face
telling of the terror
a small child feels
being abused.
Her only sanctuary
had been a small church
that had picked her up
by bus, Sunday mornings
to tell her about the Lamb.
It was only years later
she learned of the Crucifixion
His pain and suffering
at the hands of zealots
in the Hebrew nation.
She told us how He comforts her
takes away the memories,
His scarred hands
holding her in His lap
in a forever hug.
The nightmare is over.
REV 12:11
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
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