Hours ago since she last shot up,
Her high long gone-
Her few fleeting moments of happiness and feeling good;
The only joy she'd known for a long time.
But really, only a devilish mask pulled over her.
Now all she felt was the piercing cold,
the garbage and bricks beneath her,
Her body felt numb,
The pain of loneliness.
No home to call her own.
Her boyfriend left her long ago,
Leaving her body scarred and bruised,
Not to mention the scars deep within her soul-
Scars that cannot be easily healed.
She remembered the lonely nights alone,
Then when he'd come "home" in a drunken rage.
He'd hit her and take his anger out on her.
She tried to remember happer days-
Her childhood.
Her kind mother.
Happy sunny days
A church and Sunday school.
The games ,the songs.
One came back to her from those days that seemed so far away,
"Jesus loves me this I know......"
"Who loved her now?" she thought sarcastically.
"I do..."
She'd done so many wrong things,
"who could forgive her?"she thought in disgust.
"I would...."
In frusteration and hopelesness she cried aloud,
"If there is a God, I'm truly sorry!"
Then let the flood of tears run stinging down her cheeks
And fall, cold into her lap.
Confessing her sinful past,her hurt,anger and pain.
The piercing cold.
The hunger.
The sharp rocks and bricks beneath her.
She was fading..
fading.....
But now she had a new warmth and hope growing inside her.
Victory is within her grasp!
Fading...
fading....
Gone...
A smile frozen upon her lips.
That day the Devil in Hell was robbed of a victim,
Cursing and ranting and raving.
That day, a battle-
A victory was won by God in Heaven,
Singing and praising and smiling.
Her soul was won that day,
And at last she was home!
Praising her new found God and Saviour!
rh
Her high long gone-
Her few fleeting moments of happiness and feeling good;
The only joy she'd known for a long time.
But really, only a devilish mask pulled over her.
Now all she felt was the piercing cold,
the garbage and bricks beneath her,
Her body felt numb,
The pain of loneliness.
No home to call her own.
Her boyfriend left her long ago,
Leaving her body scarred and bruised,
Not to mention the scars deep within her soul-
Scars that cannot be easily healed.
She remembered the lonely nights alone,
Then when he'd come "home" in a drunken rage.
He'd hit her and take his anger out on her.
She tried to remember happer days-
Her childhood.
Her kind mother.
Happy sunny days
A church and Sunday school.
The games ,the songs.
One came back to her from those days that seemed so far away,
"Jesus loves me this I know......"
"Who loved her now?" she thought sarcastically.
"I do..."
She'd done so many wrong things,
"who could forgive her?"she thought in disgust.
"I would...."
In frusteration and hopelesness she cried aloud,
"If there is a God, I'm truly sorry!"
Then let the flood of tears run stinging down her cheeks
And fall, cold into her lap.
Confessing her sinful past,her hurt,anger and pain.
The piercing cold.
The hunger.
The sharp rocks and bricks beneath her.
She was fading..
fading.....
But now she had a new warmth and hope growing inside her.
Victory is within her grasp!
Fading...
fading....
Gone...
A smile frozen upon her lips.
That day the Devil in Hell was robbed of a victim,
Cursing and ranting and raving.
That day, a battle-
A victory was won by God in Heaven,
Singing and praising and smiling.
Her soul was won that day,
And at last she was home!
Praising her new found God and Saviour!
rh
