A Questioned Life
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She remembered Sunday School and baskets
passed
So she could put her nickel inside.
No one asked if she was good,
Oh, how she wanted to hide.
They told her, "Jesus loves you,"
And she truly believed He did.
Until the day she felt the shame
And from His love she hid.
Does God even love a little girl
Dirty from the touch of a man?
Was this touch on her sad little soul
A part of God's divine plan?
Through the years she tried many things
To help her deal with her pain.
What would it take to clear her mind
And be clean, pure, and sane?
Many said, "Child, just trust Jesus
Deep inside your heart.
He will give you the strength you need
Refresh you and give you a new start."
She did as they said, and prayed the right
words,
"Dear Jesus, I give you my all."
Yet, shortly after the prayer from her heart,
Like Humpty Dumpty, she had a great fall.
The abuse continued day after day
And soon she grew tired and grim.
How could she ever fall at His feet
And completely trust in Him?
After years of drinking and running around
She prayed the same words again.
She asked the Lord Jesus from above
To forgive her for her sin.
Again, she was baptized inside the church
Her face wet with not water, but tears.
She believed in her heart, with all she had
He would carry her through her fears.
Never before in her twenty-five years
Had she ever felt so clean and free.
From inside out she had a new hope
And thought, "At last, I can be me."
But wait, something wasn't right,
She didn't think the forgiveness was real.
Based on the way she was treated at church,
Again, the shame she began to feel.
Her hunger for acceptance, warmth, and love
Was not understood very well.
Soon she began to feel she was not His
And her soul was bound for Hell.
If people representing the Master
Could not face her with eyes of love,
How would she ever truly know
Jesus and all of his love?
For Christians are to be His feet and hands
Reaching out to the sick and oppressed.
Instead, they worry about where they live,
What they drive, and how they are blessed.
Still, deep in her heart she knows for sure
Here she may not have the best.
But one day she will see His light
And enter the Haven of rest.
Until then, she will listen and try to be
A help to others who are being shoved
As she reaches out her compassionate hand
They will know that they are loved.
You see, since the beginning
Things are as they used to be;
The church accepts my money,
But it has never accepted me.
8/31/94
Sharon
Sanderson
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