This poem I have written is dedicated to all the men, women & young children who have suffered abuse at any stage of their lives, be it sexual, physical, emotional or spiritual. It’s been something that I have wanted to write about for a long time and I know of a few people who have suffered these abuses and one of them was a friend of mine. Some things don’t have to end up in tragedy if only we spare our time to show people that LOVE does exist in this World. Emotions stemming from a broken heart shouldn’t be pacified with indifference. When you want to cry, cry… I will lend my shoulder, when you hurt, I hurt, when you are sad, I am sad. Jesus is the same in that He sees your suffering and wants to heal you of all your afflictions. God sees all, knows all and sends key people into your life to be representations of His divine Love that He has for you.
John 15:11-13 (NKJV)
11 “These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. 12 This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. [Emphasis added].
Some feel abandoned by those they hoped would be near them in their time of need and for those that stick with you during such storms in your life, they are the ANGELS in your lives so let them embrace you as they comfort you in your Pain. You will find healing from the least of these and those that you never paid a second glance are the ones who will stick close to you more than a brother, sister, father or mother. Allow yourself to be freed by the Love of a stranger that is an Angel in disguise. Let your friends Love you, Let your family Love you, Let God LOVE you. Don’t suffer in silence…don’t enter the devils play ground….he is the one that locks you up in bondages that can’t accept
Love…do not be tricked, do not be robbed of happiness, do not be robbed of liberty, for Whom the Son sets free, is free indeed (John 8:36). Run to Jesus…His arms are wide open…run to Him and He will set you free! Run towards the gates of Freedom from anguish, hatred, regret, bitterness, pain, depression, sadness, grief, despair, hopelessness, loneliness, guilt and shame. Run towards God, run and don’t look back…be freed and receive Joy in exchange for all that sadness….Receive Love! Let the Lord carry your burden!
Psalm 55:22 (NKJV)
Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken. [Emphasis added]
1 Peter 5:7 (NKJV)
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. [Emphasis added]
I have also added a Song to brighten the message and I hope that it ministers to you before you read the poem below.
2Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
Comfort in Suffering
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. [Emphasis added].
Suffering in Silence
Her voice is choked,
Her tears are flowing,
but no one sees, that her heart is breaking.
She looks into space,
Darkness lies there…
She closes her eyes,
Darkness follows her there…
She opens them again and sees nothing’s there.
She hears nothing, feels nothing,
more and more, she feels nothing
and yet something is there,
something is there,
Her mind is screaming,
is there anybody there?
Her soul is fearing that no one is here,
Only her and it,
the darkness that lies there.
When will that moment of fear leave her chest?
When will that hand that reaches her lift her off this mess?
When will the light she longs to see through this night,
come beaming down and torture her fright?
She silently gazes into the gloom,
where the doom that awaits her…
where love has no room,
where saddness has now become her groom,
That enraged bitter wound,
no longer wants to fester, that suffered in silence
no longer wants to fight
because she is tired, tired of this pain
tired of the hatred, tired of the blame.
“Set me FREE!” she finds her song,
she finds her voice, she finds her soul.
The wondering spirit that felt abandoned there,
felt as if that’s all life had to share,
That simple place of darknesss and lonliness,
that single crusted level of phoniness,
No more silence, “NO MORE! I don’t care!”
that’s all the torture she could bear.
(c) 2011 Sherline N.T.