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Long after the monster had gone tearing from her what only she had the right to give
Weeping, bleeding, in shock, pain, terrified
Numb
Overwhelmed
Petrified
Alone
Loved ones told
Daddy blamed and disowned
Mama shunned and called her trash saying no man would want her
Imps from the monster came and took up residence
Shame
Guilt
Remorse
Withdrawal
Feelings of being unworthy
Damaged
Soiled
Cheap
Unloveable
No longer good enough
Used
Another monster came professing to love
Only with his love he drank liquid that altered his behavior
Threatened with a knife later with a gun, she fled
The screams from the imps shouted louder
Another monster came
He was different
At first
He loved too until the package was unwrapped and he had used the contents
He bullied through words and deeds
Once finished he physically locked her out and moved on
The imps multiplied
Love came, real love but it was short
It was followed by a monster called death
Death bite hard and cruelly and fast
As the body of the loved one was lowered into the earth
So were dreams, hopes and desires
While the imps shouted the impact of their taunts were lessened
As her heart grieved the loss and disappointment of
Having been loved and loved in return
Having shared good things, right things
Having dreamed, planned, shared laughter
To have been held, cherished, needed and
Most of all wanted.
Time elapsed
Then out of nowhere another monster came
This monster was cruel
He lit the fires of hope
He allowed her to believe in good things
He came under the disguises of being something he wasn’t
He exploited her emotionally, physically, depleting her resources
She gave and received nothing in return
She lost herself and questioned why she even existed
Then he removed his mask revealing who he was
Showing his true intent, his true motive
She wanted to die
The monsters had won
Lying in the ash heap of life
Resting in the bitter coals of despair
She felt a touch
A tender touch
A loving touch
She looked and saw compassion
She saw mercy
She felt grace
She reached up and He reached down
He opened the jar and poured the oil of Gilead
Cleansing oil. Healing oil.
With love He held her and washed her in His blood
He spoke words that healed her
He spoke words that bound her wounds and ministered to her heart
He spoke Life
The monsters are gone
The imps have left
Their plans defeated by the Master
Their taunts silenced
My beloved has come and stayed
I have found safety in His embrace
Mercy in His presence
I have found peace and have His comfort
I have value and worth in the eyes of His love
I am no longer alone
I dedicate the above poem to any woman that has suffered abuse and has tucked that deep within her heart, feeling no one would understand or even care. The above thoughts have been on my heart for several days. Today I sat at my computer and typed as it came to me. Precious daughter of the Lord Jesus Christ, you ARE special in HIS eyes. It is my prayer that you feel the healing oil of Gilead as I have and that you come to see that you are loved with an everlasting love. A true love. A love that is unconditional. May the Lord lead you to ones that can and will listen and in that sharing you are able to heal, completely and wholly. God is truly a good God.
May God bless you and surround you with His comfort
Abbie Jean
Weeping, bleeding, in shock, pain, terrified
Numb
Overwhelmed
Petrified
Alone
Loved ones told
Daddy blamed and disowned
Mama shunned and called her trash saying no man would want her
Imps from the monster came and took up residence
Shame
Guilt
Remorse
Withdrawal
Feelings of being unworthy
Damaged
Soiled
Cheap
Unloveable
No longer good enough
Used
Another monster came professing to love
Only with his love he drank liquid that altered his behavior
Threatened with a knife later with a gun, she fled
The screams from the imps shouted louder
Another monster came
He was different
At first
He loved too until the package was unwrapped and he had used the contents
He bullied through words and deeds
Once finished he physically locked her out and moved on
The imps multiplied
Love came, real love but it was short
It was followed by a monster called death
Death bite hard and cruelly and fast
As the body of the loved one was lowered into the earth
So were dreams, hopes and desires
While the imps shouted the impact of their taunts were lessened
As her heart grieved the loss and disappointment of
Having been loved and loved in return
Having shared good things, right things
Having dreamed, planned, shared laughter
To have been held, cherished, needed and
Most of all wanted.
Time elapsed
Then out of nowhere another monster came
This monster was cruel
He lit the fires of hope
He allowed her to believe in good things
He came under the disguises of being something he wasn’t
He exploited her emotionally, physically, depleting her resources
She gave and received nothing in return
She lost herself and questioned why she even existed
Then he removed his mask revealing who he was
Showing his true intent, his true motive
She wanted to die
The monsters had won
Lying in the ash heap of life
Resting in the bitter coals of despair
She felt a touch
A tender touch
A loving touch
She looked and saw compassion
She saw mercy
She felt grace
She reached up and He reached down
He opened the jar and poured the oil of Gilead
Cleansing oil. Healing oil.
With love He held her and washed her in His blood
He spoke words that healed her
He spoke words that bound her wounds and ministered to her heart
He spoke Life
The monsters are gone
The imps have left
Their plans defeated by the Master
Their taunts silenced
My beloved has come and stayed
I have found safety in His embrace
Mercy in His presence
I have found peace and have His comfort
I have value and worth in the eyes of His love
I am no longer alone
I dedicate the above poem to any woman that has suffered abuse and has tucked that deep within her heart, feeling no one would understand or even care. The above thoughts have been on my heart for several days. Today I sat at my computer and typed as it came to me. Precious daughter of the Lord Jesus Christ, you ARE special in HIS eyes. It is my prayer that you feel the healing oil of Gilead as I have and that you come to see that you are loved with an everlasting love. A true love. A love that is unconditional. May the Lord lead you to ones that can and will listen and in that sharing you are able to heal, completely and wholly. God is truly a good God.
May God bless you and surround you with His comfort
Abbie Jean
God is so very good. His love is so gentle and yet so very strong. Protective and yet freeing. May He surround you with His comfort and grace. 