TITLE: He Has Always Been There
By Jeryl Jasmine
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I didn't know God was there.
I didn't know there was somebody to care.
Deep in the closet of my room,
Where I was hiding and nursing my wounds.
I didn't know which hurt worse.
The verbal blows or the physical ones.
Which should I nurse first?
The pain of complete rejection, the longing,
the aching for someone to love me.
Or clean up the blood from the physical blows.
They both caused a type of infection.
The deepest most painful one by far,
Was the one that made my heart and incurable scar.
It filled me with anger and rage,
As if I were an animal in a cage.
When I found a God who cared.
I knew He had always been there.
Through the pain, the rage and the fear.
He reached down and touched me in my hiding place.
He set me free and kissed the tears from my face.
He said, "You are mine now and I care...
You have nothing to fear for I'll always be there.
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