God's Meek Ones
We are the innocent ones who were verbally and
physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak.
The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds
leaving us in an internal pool of blood.
We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom
wrongly believed they were somehow above us.
There were so many of us children living in fear and
desperation, while countless turned a blind eye to us.
My hope for God’s meek ones is that their memory of the
inhumane persecution doesn’t cause them pain forever.
I’m writing this for all of God’s meek ones, who are
the chosen ones that our abusers failed in destroying.
My promise to God’s meek ones is that a divine light will
shine down guiding, protecting and leading them to Heaven.
Surely, as God’s meek ones, we will be looked upon as
His most precious and pure!
My heartfelt sincerest gratitude is for my beloved Aunt Flo, her
kindness helped me to feel worthy giving me back faith in God.
To all the Meek Ones trust that God will create a way through all
your pain and know that no one can stand against Him!
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