Petals of Poetry

There she sits inside the walls peering out a window.
She was watching the rain falling soft upon the ground.
She wondered why God had left her without even the smallest glow.
Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood and the closet lock that kept her bound.
Darkness filled the room and no light could shine into it.
She wandered what was inside the darkness.
Then she saw it, fear, bruises, bitterness, hate, pain and death all waiting in this stone pit.
She saw the wicked hands that raced across her face leaving great distress.
The groping hands gripped her body bringing shame and guilt which tore into her mind and with evil would wickedly sit.
Someone was watching and listening to her every heartbeat.
Someone cared enough to chip away the hardness which never really seemed to fit.
He poured love into those open wounds and sealed it with His spiritual heat.
It was Jesus she saw filling the gaps of pain in her heart and soul.
It was His blood that was shed long ago and every stripe exposed flesh and meat.
She looked around her at the face and the hands that bore the nail holes.
How could people be so busy that their eyes could not see?
Suddenly she remembered His light had been there all along.
Even with pain and abuse she remember the light which was the key.
The darkness had shadowed her childhood with guilt and unforgiveness and taken her sweet childish songs.
Anxiously she walked to the mirror and gazed into her eyes just to see.
Jesus You put this twinkle in my eyes and to You I belong.
You were the one who kept repairing my broken heart.
You were the one who made me and gave me a brand new song.
Hold me close and guide my steps and let your light shine through me for a start.
Let me love like no one else can and be a beacon of light all my life long.
Allow me to show others the way to the Promised Land.
Give me enough of Your love that I can with Your help continue to take a stand.
Open me up and pour me out into the heart of man.
When my life is over here and upon Heaven’s streets I shall forever be
If nothing more my Lord, I pray You will be proud of me!

Written by Sybil Shearin
Dedicated to Paula for this is her story.
(c) 8-2003
Delivered by The Son!