Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Another little piece of me...a glimpse into my life...


She was 17 and the good girl she'd always played

But something finally broke in her; and all faith in life was lost
She turned away from friends and family and those who loved her most
The hurt and pain found a door to hell through drugs and alcohol
With a man to hold her late at night she would pretend it wasn’t real
But the pain and the shame were never far away
and soon enough all hope was lost.

She was beaten & battered & bruised inside
And the hand that she’d been dealt
Was kindly folded up and tucked away
While she closed her eyes and wept.

Time passed on and before too long a child to her was born,
And although with him came love & hope and new friends and some family
The shame and guilt just like before would never go away
So she closed her eyes and kept trudging on, hoping love would one day win
But one by one people came along and one by one they went.
Each one gave the same every time...disappointment and broken hearts.

She was beaten & battered & bruised inside
And the hand that she’d been dealt
Was kindly folded up and tucked away
While she closed her eyes and wept.

The days and months kept passing by and that child he did grow
Into a strong and fine young man of which she grew so proud
She too had grown...strong, yet bitter and she gave up on life and love
She did her job, she loved her son and no one else was ever given
the right to enter into this life of safety for him she’d created
No longer could they break her heart for it was no longer for the taking

She was beaten & battered & bruised inside
And the hand that she’d been dealt
Was kindly folded up and tucked away
While she closed her eyes and wept.

You will never believe what happened next, a miracle straight from heaven
Into their lives - in he walked - bringing the hope and love she’d forgotten
For remember that hand she had  tucked away, so very long ago
He gladly retrieved it and showed it to her... there was a plan all along
Those scars she bears are there for reason, they made her who she is
God built a woman with the strength of an army filled with love and faith and hope
To carry the man God brought to her who had the strength to carry them both.

7 comments:

tori said...

Wonderful poem! God is good all the time!

Ink Spiller said...

Beautiful poem. For me, very close to home, perhaps a little too close this particular morning. Still waiting for my hand to be retrieved...

Tattoos and Teething Rings said...

Thank you for sharing, it couldn't have been easy. BTW, love the new look :)

MJ said...

Tami - WOW - any words I could mutter can not sum up how I feel about this. Thank you for sharing a glimpse into your soul.

I too *HEART* the new look!!!!! You go girl!

Life Laugh Latte said...

Honest, and beautiful, and so well written. Gives me goose bumps because that 17 year old girl was not unlike me at 17. Like you...Jesus healed those wounds, gave me hope, reconciled me to a beautiful life with Him. Holly

Secretia said...

I feel enriched reading this, Tami. Thanks for writing it all down.

Secretia

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