I stood in the corner of everything that's
It's not fair, its not just and it sure as hell isn't right.
His hand would meet my face with such power. Knocking me down.
I would drown in his hateful slurr's and choke on his sinful aura.
Jesus! I would scream for. Crying in the
middle of night I would pray.
Every day I would ask why is this happening to me?
As each day would get worse I would lose a little bit of my faith.
Lord. I would plead into my tear soaked
Take me away from here.
Yet the next day I would still be in the demonic pit of abuse that tortured my soul.
I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I would
sob against my hands.
The blood from my nose dripped down over my cracked lips as I wept.
Drops of blood upon the pages of my bible.
The word brings me new hope as I wait for the pain to subside.
As the clouds darken the sun shines through
the peak of a coal black sky.
I now rest my head on a warmer pillow.
The voice of my father brings me new comfort.
For I am safe.
"Many are saying of me, "God will not deliver him." "Selah" But you are a shield around me, O LORD; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head. To the LORD I cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill. "Selah" I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me. I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on every side." Psalms 3:2-6