Tag Archives: Trials

Deep Waters

Tears and sorrow overwhelmed me day after day after week after year No relief in sight as hopelessness appeared to win and then He drew me out of deep waters Each day presents a new challenge or the same challenge … Continue reading

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Shards of Clay

I am a shattered jar of clay Shards of me once upon the ground lay scattered I didn’t think I mattered to anyone at all Then the One who loves me each tiny shard gathered He pieced me together and … Continue reading

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What If?

What if I had told someone from the very start? What if I had not believed the shame deep in my heart? If I had been brave and bold and turned my rapist in today I would not fear the … Continue reading

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Hope Will Flow

I’ve written down my tale of woe Of innocence torn asunder Hope will from my story flow I thought he was my loving beau The depths of evil I bid you ponder I’ve written down my tale of woe Though … Continue reading

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The Sun Was Shining

I lost my virginity One cold October morn Truth be told, it was stolen The sun was shining I lost my innocence Control became an illusion Thoughts descended into confusion The wind was blowing I lost my voice Unable to … Continue reading

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My Redeemer Is Alive

I was commissioned to write lyrics for a song based on some passages of the book of Job. Though he liked what I wrote, ultimately, the person who commissioned me decided to use snippets of the KJV version of the … Continue reading

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My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees … Continue reading

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