I remember you as a dark figure, looming over me.
My repetition of "no" and "stop" was eventually absorbed into the background noise, ignored-
As if I was not present to you, only my body.
Something about the way you overpowered me, until I had nothing left,
You swallowed every remnant of my worth.
Lifeless, with a broken heart, was how you left me.
You touched down in the banks of my hollowed soul,
Like an earthquake, shattered me down to my core.
Everything I built myself upon crumbled, and I was 6 feet underneath the rubble.
That was the last of me, the beginning of my end.
I lacked strength to face this reality, hiding from it instead.
Consumed by destructive habits to fill an ever-growing hole in my heart, I lost myself in a spiraling dark hole.
At the bottom of that hole, I with nothing left, surrendered myself to the One capable of healing.
After a long road of war waged on my soul, peace replaced my hopelessness.
The reality I hid from by using destructive habits to fill an ever growing void, I now face with a full heart, lifted on wings of praise by the Lord's grace.
My loss of self value was redeemed by faith. The scars on my heart, now bandaged, serve as a testimony to the power of God's healing.
Where I was once a slave to my grief, I have been liberated. Where my soul was once lost, has been found.
Who's life belongs to oneself
Who gave life.
Who takes it away.
The giver of life comes from God.
With whom shall you compare me.
Says the Lord my God.
My ways are not your ways.
And my thoughts are not yours.
My plan for you is different from
The plan that you dream for yourself.
Listen to me.
Hear my voice
Seek me with all your heart
For the time is near.
Draw life from my well.
And I will heal all your diseases.
The nightmare from hell
A murder at heart
The shadow that fell...
The ash against the snow
The black sheep of the family tree
What Labels do I not know?...
The fault line in the ground
The corner of the darkest hall
Where no life is found...
Time has passed and your Labels mean nothing to me now!!!
For where sin abounds... Grace all the more abounds!!!
Temple of the Holy Ghost
A branch of the True vine!
Holy and Blameless before God and the Heavenly Host...
Seated in the heavenly places with Christ
Partaker of His promise, through the bloody price...
From my death grappling grave of sin
Was once dark but now filled with light
One of the many unworthy who were chosen
It's been so recently those Labels have been eating me alive...
But Lord you always remind me who I am in Christ!
The Labels make me crumble up... have I failed to be a guide?
Your word and church, they bring me strength to survive!...
Shut Up Labels! For I have Been Revived!
Who is your peace?
Is it an inner peace
Of one being set free
from the darkness.
We are in the last days.
Have you not
The Lord Jesus Christ
Who came to redeem You.
He offers forgiveness.
Nothing that you can earn.
It's a precious gift.
Please say this prayer
Lord Jesus Christ.
I believe that you came
To take all Of my
all of the
Things that have bought you saddness
Thankyou for taking my place
upon the cross.
I accept your forgivness
I ask you to be
I have been in many churches
an prayed at many altars,
I have studied the Gods of our World.
But I have never-
felt so redeemed,
as I did-
in your safe, warm embrace.
You are my savior,
.....you .. are ..
Ma Cherie © 2017
Your skin sings tributes to your ancestors
Those that even through noose
Fought for their freedom
Each vein and stretchmark
A tribute to the stripes of each whip
Your smile sings a sweet song
Of him who on the cross ended all struggle
Him who through lovingkindness, draws you in.
Girl, if only you knew, how more than enough you truly are!
Because by the stripes of him that healed
You were made whole
And thus the debate ended,
Don't succumb to what society asks of you
Be it thick or slim
light as day nor
Dark as night
In Christ you are enough
you are icecream on a sunny day
You are tender and brave
Redeemed and free
You are a mother of nations
You are God's beloved
Girl, you are everything.
On a dark and frightening eve
When the clouds rolled in and the moon went black
Lay the body of an inocent man
Not a trace of fear could be seen on his blood stained face
Not a drop of his pure blood had been spilled without worth
Every sin and all wrongs were no longer our death sentence
As he had paid for our ransom with the holes in his hands and his feet
Wrapped in the clothes of the dead
Sealed in a tomb of stone
Rejoicing were the Angels in heaven
As the Son made His way home
But not for Long would he stay
For there on the third day
In the tomb of the dead
There lay no body at all
Our guilt and our shame were laid on the body of an inocent man
A man without guilt and without shame, a man who overcame death