With one touch of your hand
my bleeding heart was healed.
Lost forever are the scars
I once displayed proudly as metals.
Yesteryears memories tortured and
held me prisoner,
for what seemed like an eternity.
Now they seem
like a bad dream that I awoke from,
never to reoccur.
Your love was the key that unlocked the hurts
hid secretly in the journal of my mind.
Now from my soul a new song gives birth,
from the pages of my pain, I sing.
Marvelous is my rescuers touch
from prison I have been released.
No longer ensnared by the images past,
I'm liberated, I'm free
Praise God!
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I was working earlier on a paper on forgiveness. Then I wrote the above poem, at the finish of the poem the phone rang and it was my Father. I have prayed and struggled for years to forgive him. And with God's Grace I have.
My Father sexually abused me and my older sister for many years, he beat me and my brother's, he abused us with his words, honestly he left no type of abuse out. Yet by the Grace of Jesus' healing, my Father is part of my life today, and has sat in Church beside me . He has knelt by me and my sister's side as I taught them from God's word and we have prayed together.
I am not certain that my Father is saved, but He claims God has fogiven him for his sins.
When my older sister had cancer and an aneurysm burst, my Father cried in the chapel, with my sister's husband, He cried "God please forgive my sins"
My Father has yet to say he is sorry, but yet there seems no need for it.
The Lord showed me after my sister's illness that I kept telling my dad that Christ forgave him, yet I had walls around me, that were to high for my Dad to reach.
Since that day, much has changed, between me and my Dad.