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My Inner Voice Told Me

I made a mistake was young and stupid 
I had no guidance as a young adult
Found myself pregnant thanks to Cupid
felt strangely this woman was in a cult

She invited me to bible study
When I got there I felt unsure
It was in a private home
And everyone seemed overly invested 

They wanted to pray over me
They locked arms making a circle
It felt weird but I couldn’t leave
Because the lady was my ride

I was in the center of the circle
They wanted to touch my belly
My feeling was that this could be bad
I started to feel strange

My inner voice told me to go 
But trapped by lack of transportation 
I decided to go with the flow
Trust that God would keep me safe 

When I got home I called my grandmother 
Explained the prayer circle and feeling trapped
She said that it sounded like a cult
Urged me to never go back

My inner voice told me 
Something was wrong 
But I just couldn’t leave
But God kept me all along
For the sake of my baby
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George Avatar
June 11, 2025 at 11:23 PM
Thank God, you got out unscathed from that vicious circle by God's grace. I can imagine the traps you fell into as there was no one to guide you. Hope now you have the wisdom not to fall into such deceitful traps. Have a great weekend, dear Karen.
Jones Avatar
June 12, 2025 at 5:12 AM
Thank you Valsa! I was young and naive. Have a blessed weekend.
Edmonds  Avatar
June 10, 2025 at 1:12 AM
What a scary experience you had Karen. Your grandmother gave you good advice and God was there with His guiding light… Beryl
Jones Avatar
June 10, 2025 at 5:48 AM
Amen!
Wolf Avatar
June 9, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Oh, how utterly bizarre. Do you ever feel that it's a miracle you got out of that circle? ~ Traps and Snares, gw
Jones Avatar
June 10, 2025 at 12:32 AM
I do! It could have ended badly with me missing or anything! I was in Atlanta at the time.
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