Helpless, Hopeless, and Torn By Brenda Drake


            We are so busy with our everyday life; we sometimes forget to be about our Father’s business.  What is our Father’s business?  Loving one another; when we truly love others we will be sensitive to the hurt of those around us.  Lord, help us to recognize the torn flowers that are amongst us we pray.

  Helpless, Hopeless, and Torn

She is lonely deep within,
Wondering how she arrived at the state she is in.
Alone in a world with such contrasting flavors,
Putrid and sour, and the other, hopefully savored.
The darkness around is black, foreboding indeed.
Surrounded by starving souls with physical and spiritual need,
You may not recognize her at first glance;
For, she cleverly and expertly puts on her mask.
She is quiet around strangers and hesitant to befriend.
So high is her walls of protection, not many are allowed in.
Watch for her my children; she is the torn flower in your midst,
That seeks with all her heart to be missed.
Yes she is the one ratted by the unfairness of life.
She is the one reviled in man’s sight.
Her lovers wear wrongly the name.
They are users and abusers by their actions proclaimed.
Perhaps you have passed by her unaware;
But the next time you see her please tell her, her God cares.

I John 4:8-7-8
Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.  He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

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