Spreading God's Love Thru Prayer
YES MY SISTER FORGIVENESS IS A HARD THING FOR ALOT OF U,
ALTHOUGH WE SAY WE LOVE CHRIST, BUT I LEARNED HOW TO FORGIVE OTHERS WHEN MY 12 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER WAS BEAT UP CHAINED TO A FENCE BY HER HEAD FEET ARMS AND LEGS, FOR RACIAL RETALIATION BY THIS WOMEN ASSOCIATES ,NAMED JOAN WIDEN WHO I HAD WON A DISCRIMINATION CASE AGAINST, AFTER SHE HAD RACIAL DISCRIMINATE AGAINST ME AND MY CHILDREN, WE COULDN'T EVEN SLEEP AT NIGHT THIS WOMEN HAD MY 12 YEAR OLD CHILD BEAT SO BAD HER HEAD WAS SPROUTING OUT WITH BLOOD HER FACE DISFIGURED, AND THIS JOAN WIDEN WOMEN CONTINUES HER MADNESS , SHE THINK ITS FUNNY SHE REALLY DOES, SHE HAS MADE THAT CLEAR,
I LEARNED HOW TO GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND CRY TO GOD TO HEAL MY HEART AND HELP ME TO HEAL OVER THE HURT, WHILE THE CITY OF TACOMA WASHINGTON I LIVED IN THEY DIDN'T, THEY ALLOWED THIS WOMEN TO KEPT HER JOB AS A MANGER AND CONTINUE TO RACIAL PROFILE AND DISCRIMINATE AND ASSAULT AFRICAN AMERICAN FAMILIES FOR A LONG TIME
I STILL LOVE PEOPLE ALL RACES AND I HAVE A LOVE OF GOD THAT REACHES OUT TO PEOPLE FROM MY HEART , I LOVE GOD WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL, I SEEK GOD WHEN I HURT AND I SEEK GOD WHEN I AM WRONG, AND I CONTINUE TO FORGIVE, YOUR SISTER IN THE LORD YUNISH
YES, SIS...I KNOW THAT WELL..
TOO MANY CHILDREN ARE DYING OR BEING NEGLECTED...AS A MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER, MY HEART ACHES
Don't know how to go on; nevertheless, we know that we must.
Every day will be agonizing; but in a mighty God lies our trust.
Don't know why you left us; we know it was never in our hands.
Reality says that things we may not know are still in God’s plans.
Always we will memorize the magnificence of your delicate face.
Where you once existed, sorrow has entered that precious space.
Each year that we live without you will be overrun with hot pain.
You will never die. The beauty of your warm heart will ever remain
Lavish affection for you and precious memories forever will remain.
On those days when dark shadows leak into our heart's internal core,
Visions of us happy together, will bring us tranquility to us once more.
Each memory of your tender ways, keeps you alive in all of our hearts.
You are branded upon our reminiscences, ingrained deep in our hearts.
We have so many great recollections. We shall never really part
Overcoming this heartbreak will surely be a tortuous, tearstained road.
Under the blood and silhouette of Jesus lies comfort to help with our load.
Dedra, we love you!
His nightly cries go unheard by everyone that he knows, except you.
He is merely a babe; his life is scarring him; what’s grandma to do?
God gave him a heart that is brimming over with the sweetest love.
God gave my little man an added portion of everything from above.
This angel is the seed of my seed; the flesh of my flesh; of my blood.
If I could put myself in his place, there’s no doubt about it, I would.
I would take every hurt that is inflicted upon his spirit with delight.
When pain approached his space there would surely be a huge fight.
His neglect is beginning to manifest in his thoughts words and deeds.
His cries are ignored; he is broken; his mama thinks not of his needs.
I implore you Heavenly Father; I want to free my angel from his hell.
I am bewildered; come into this mess; only your hand can make it well.
When his nightly cries go unheard, I know that you will wipe his tears.
You will hold him when I am not there; you will rock away all his fears.
So I leave it all with you, Jesus; all my faith in you as always I now place.
I cannot wait until the day comes that I see a real smile on his little face.
Jesus, I implore you to beseech your Father just as my mama did for me.
I pray your mercy and grace on him; I wish him be what he is born to be.
I am helpless except to pray for my baby; I have done all that I know how.
I know you can and will mediate for him; I count it as done; here and now.
There are no unrequited cries when Jesus Christ has influence over of a soul.
Whether you are hurt or just confused; even if your life appears black as coal,
When slumber eludes you and your eyes burn like fire; say “Jesus” three times.
This practice will carry you through every storm; it has kept me through mine.
Please Lord; don’t let the gloom of his first years make him miserable and foul.
I know myself how neglect can forever contaminate and injure a small child.
I give you the respect and tribute now, for the exceptional guy he will grow to be.
A day will come when I recall this prayer and how you fixed it for him and me.
He may not know it, but he has no more reasons to worry; he is under your care.
I will however assure him that when he needs you, you will surely be right there.
He will never have to be concerned about being left alone and frightened besides.
You will be there for him when he wakes with nightmares and tear-stained eyes.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I ask you to do this for a teen that I truly adore.
I know that prayer changes things; I will praise your holy name evermore.
I have no doubt that you will fix it; there will be no more sore, red, brown eyes.
My soul is peaceful; I remember the times you responded my unrequited cries.
My heart cracks at the vision of children who are badly treated and neglected.
These little ones will have a lot of dark days; their entire lives will be affected.
Some I see every day walking around sad; the look as if they have no mother.
They are dirty and scruffy; playing outside in the cold with their big brother.
Some mothers of these little ones are barely 15 years older than their young.
Girls having children too young is where the motherless children come from.
Innocence is lost too soon because our baby girls are now having large broods.
As I search the faces of these young mothers; they share one thing; bad moods.
The foul words some use to chastise their kids could make a grown-up man cry.
When I hear them direct curses at the kids; a mother’s tears fall from my eye.
The mixture of teenagers and casual sex is the cause of this disheartening trend.
Until young people learn to practice safe sex or abstinence; we will not see it end.
All this talk about motherless children; and all I have spoken of are unwed mothers.
Though these children technically are not orphans; they hurt as badly as the others.
I would love to have the ability to discern the thoughts of just one sweet little child.
I would bet that if the mothers could do it; they would act like mothers for awhile.
Motherless children are little ones who have no one to care or give them tender love.
God watches over these tiny angels; He sends earth angels to tend them from above.
I know first hand about motherless children; who are not in truth without a mother.
If these young girls don’t want to raise them; why do they birth one after another?
I have a grandson who was once motherless; drugs long ago ensnared his mother.
She is not dead; at least not bodily; crack took the place of him and his brothers.
I watched in great pain as my grandson was neglected from the time he was born.
I even asked her to let me take care of him; she wouldn’t; guess she was a bit torn.
The day came that my prayers were answered; my grandson now resides with me.
He is a new little boy these days; he said “Grandma, I feel so safe, happy and free.”
As long as I am able, I will care for him; teach him of Jesus and all the things of life.
I will be there when he cries or has dreams; I will tuck him safely in bed each night.
This generation has a great handicap; they are morally bankrupt; what can we do?
Some of the mothers of the babies having babies were once motherless children too.
It began in the generation of their mothers; disobedience was the prime perpetrator.
Young girls listen to me; you may not care at this time; trust me, you will care later.