I Speak for Terri Too
The tears are running down my body.
Oh, God, can you hear me?
I'm crying out to You,
will You save me?
I want my tears to make a difference,
I want my voice to be heard,
but no one is listening.
This is my attempt at amateur photography, heavy on pictures of my nephew. Go check out Mistress Tootie Belle Rules the World, too. It's a little different.
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I hear your pain, Nettie. I feel it, too.
Remember, though, even if we don't FEEL Him, God is here--and hears.
I have to remind myself of that frequently.
I usually try to remember that too. But my poems are probably the most honest of anything I write, at least at the time I create them.
It is meant to be in the voice of TYerri. I don't know if that was clear.
That's wonderful!
Though thats very sad about Terri
Bye,
Adventure girl
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That was wonderfully written. It reminds me of a song I used to sing that said,
I'm calling out to you
I need to hear your voice
I need you by my side
You see me as I cry
You see me
You hear me
You let my tears fall upon your eyes,
and you suffer
This song was my prayer, and God delivered me from the bondage I lived in.
God bless Terri.
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