STRONG ARMS OF LOVING MERCY.

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Once upon a time .ago - there was a woman -
Just ordinary - by anyone elses standards .
On the outside - clean - respectable - even quite attractive 
As attractive goes.
But on the inside -fearful - nervous -
Afraid of the shadows - of everything .
This woman - wanted to be accepted - loved -
Useful to those she knew .
But- words and deeds had wounded - so she hid 
Behind the masks and shell .
That she was good at - so no-one else could see 
All the inner turmoil - screaming for release .
No-one saw the tears- that soaked the pillows -
Cucumber eye patches - took away the swelling -
And make-up apply applied - did the rest .
So - no-one heard or saw -the struggles -
Or the fights - that took place - behind closed doors .
 
 She even sought for outlets to project a braver self -
Along avenues of darkness - the Occult  - and
A strange sense of power - then became her quest .
Yet - all the time - no inner peace could erase the past
With all its memories of  haunting pain .
Instead - a deadly pall - engulfed her in its grip -
Until she longed for some release - in other ways .
Suicide - and other fearsome thoughts -
Attacked with ruthless - mocking jibes .
But - she was cowardly to do this thing -
That threatened to consume -
And eat her soul alive.

And then - when all seemed lost -
With no escape - from this entangling web.
This abandoned - messed-up - fearful soul -
Was thrown a life-line - in her raging storm -
To which she clung .
And Grace - like strong arms of loving mercy -
Encased in cotton buds - of scented rose .
Lifted her from the dregs - and mire
And placed her safely on a Rock -
Until she learnt to stand .
Then gave her hope and strength -
Releasing her from the grave clothes -
With their tendrils intertwined .
Until she stood - Re-Born - Anew  - Accepted 
Loved - and changed - within .
A thankful heart - Forgiven - cleansed 
Of silt and grime .
A child of the Living GOD -
Now walking on the narrow path - with HIM.
She stumbles still at times -
But knowing He will help - she has no care .
Though men reject - abandon still -
She's walking onwards - free .

How do I know of her so well ?
Well - all the time - the woman here -
Is - ME  .



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I hope this helps the reader understand why I write 
as I do ...I am far from perfect .. but I will always 
follow my dear SAVIOUR... who took me from a deep 
pit ...and gave me a hope and a future ..with HIM .
and I will always be grateful for that .

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GOD bless you all today .
with love from Stella .
 



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