This poem is a TRUE STORY.
I strongly recommend that
You read the whole thing.

I was really broke one year,
I was in a test,
I had to pay the rent,
But I knew that God would bless.

I set up a yard sale,
To relieve the money bind.
I didn't know I'd be so fortunate
As to what I was to find.

A young man came by
On a beat up bike,
He looked so hot I gave him
Some water for his hike.

He took the drink most gratefully
But he seemed a little down.
Even though he was flirting
Acting like a clown.

I had a music setup
Playing some music for God.
He said something very strange,
And he was acting odd.

"I'm a Devil's Disciple,
The Motorcycle gang."
He didn't say it loud
And I could sense his pain.

He said his motorcycle
Was broke down, in the shop.
But he was a Disciple
His face set, in thought.

I was quite abashed.
And taken aback.
He pointed out his "teardrop"
I asked him, "What is that?"

He told me he had killed a man,
And assisted in the deaths
Of at least three other people.
These had been his tests.

Well, I didn't believe him.
I thought it was a brag!
But was taken aback again
When his face began to sag...

He began to cry!
Those tears were right on top!
He was to **** another man,
And he wanted to stop!

He said God despised him...
He would not forgive!
He could not take it anymore
It was no way to live!

I felt such compassion...
I could, in a way, relate.
Though I had never killed a man,
My average wasn't great.

I opened up my Bible
And showed him a few things.
I told him the story
Of Jesus' suffering.

I told him of His MERCY
Of His ABUNDANT Grace,
I could see the tears subsiding,
And a look came to his face...

I had something else to tell him.
The Spirit brought it up.
I was hesitant to tell him,
But the Spirit would not let up!

I don't know how I knew this.
To this day I have no clue.
I said, "You lost your father,
But it was not due to YOU!"

His eyes got big as saucers!
He was completely shocked!
I said, "Come and sit down here.
We really need to talk.

You've been living with the guilt.
It's yourself you must forgive.
Let The Lord Jesus in your heart...
It's time for you to LIVE."

So he took my hands,
And we said a prayer...
To my great astonishment
He nearly left his chair!

He cried out, "They're GONE!!!"
I asked, " What do you mean?"
He said, "All of the BAD ONES!!!
I JUST SAW THEM LEAVE!!!"

Well. I knew what he was saying.
I knew just what he meant.
There were DEMONS IN HIM...
AND AT LAST THEY WENT!!!

Because he received Jesus Christ
The monsters went away!
I will stand on this belief
To my dying day.

He put his arms around me.
I held him for a while.
He bawled just like a baby.
He was as a child.

When he was done weeping
He said, " I can no longer ****.
But I'm very much afraid,
It is the Disciples' will."

If not he'd be dead.
Which way should he go?
I said, "I don't need to tell you.
You already know."

He'd been on his way to deal drugs,
But he couldn't even score.
He had to stop with everything.
Couldn't do it anymore.

We talked a while longer.
What we spoke of I can't say.
But he did not come back to see me...
But I remember... and I PRAY.

WHAT I WANT TO SAY HERE
IS NO MATTER HOW YOU'VE LIVED,
NO MATTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE...

JESUS CHRIST... F O R G I V E S !!!


S~S