My son went home with angels last night,
trusting Jesus all the way.
I kissed him goodnight shut off the light,
and heard him softly pray.
"Jesus, take me home with you
My pain's too hard to bear".
Your angels will see me through
and show me that you care".
"I know my mom will cry,
when she faces the day.
But with faith she'll know why,
I chose to go this way.
"Peacefully, catching up on sleep,
she'll be unaware.
In the morning, a time to weep,
knowing that I cared."
I went to bed but not to sleep
knowing he would leave.
My son, I could not keep with me
In Jesus he believed.
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In the silence of the night,
the mind can wander at will.
Going down through the alleys,
skirting around painful
memories, that threaten
to consume you,
in their hunger for release.
You scream silently,
an echo, resounding again
and again, to bounce
off the caverns of
your mind.
Darkness covering the
cobwebs, that cling
to your soul, holding
your memories fast.
Through the nightmare
of your mind,
there appears a
glimmer of light.
A shadow that beckons
you toward it, crystallizing
into your creator
Your God, who
banished the past
with the crucifixation
of His Son.
On the cross a long time ago.
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My spirit is broken
by past abuse.
Crushed beyond
recognition.
Forever ashes
to lie in the dust.
Memories that wound
and scar, haunting me.
Eventually, to blow
away in the
breeze leaving
My battered soul,
to wing
its way home
to God.
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