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THAT NIGHT
By Jamie Grace-H
(known as ZOEGIRL4MYNEVERLIFE in the Infuse Forum)
She was beat 11 times,
By her father-she thinks
She was afraid,
Oh yes she was,
She could not even blink.
But listen to her, just right now,
“It wasn’t like a spankin’,
I believe I was abused, most definitely,
More than you could ever Imagine.”
As her father raised his hand, to beat her the 12th time,
She gave him that “No daddy look”,
And tears streamed out his eyes.
“So he took me in his arms,
and begged me not to tell”
I promised that she wouldn’t,
although my feelings about such weren’t to well.
“But I felt as if my dad,
needed a time to be free.
He needed this time to think,
on what Jesus did on Calvary.”
She really stood right here and said,
With her parents in her sight,
that that was one powerful time,
When daddy accepted Jesus, That Night.
By Zion Hezekiah
What to do in this time of stress?
To God my burdens I must confess.
Lord I need you, I feel all alone and scared
Please restore my faith which has become impaired
My soul full of troubles, I consider the grave
I need to be salvaged from this roaring wave
In this imminent valley of the shadow of death
Please guide and protect me till my final breath
My fear now immense, I beseech you God
Please comfort me with thy staff and thy rod
Please turn my sorrow into sweet bliss
Please guide me through this daunting mist
Please send me manna from above
Please comfort me Lord with all your love
In you I rest my every care,
I come to you Lord in fervent prayer
If I stay faithful, if I remain true
My Lord and my Savior will carry me through.
God will deliver me from this strain,
God will eradicate all my pain.
His yoke is easy, his burden light
He will take away my distressing fright
The good shepherd won’t desert his faithful sheep
He will hearken to my fervent weep
In God I trust, I have no fear
I now feel his Holy Spirit near
Blessed are we, the poor in spirit
For the Kingdom of heaven we will inherit
Blessed are we who thirst and hunger at this time
For soon we shall be filled from the sacred vine
Blessed are we who weep now in deep gloom
For we shall laugh in due time, no more pain no more doom
Lord, I am leaning on your everlasting arms of care
It is you God who has released me from this yawning snare
You have lifted my head from above the nest
You have delivered me and given me rest
You have assuaged all of my pain and fears
You have wiped away all of my many tears
Thank you dear Lord for delivering me
Thank you dear God for setting me free.
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