The wind blows, my mind slips
back into some disturbing dream.
Was it me then, or is it me now?
I can’t believe where I have been.
I yearn for escape, memories come
reminding me what I have done.
I chose a new way, on a hopeful day,
changed my methods and my means…
But my old ways from the old days
chase me down and make me scream..
Please hear me, God, and help me heal-
I know and trust your love is real!
Please pick me up, please keep me safe…
no more violence , hate or rape!
Jah hears my prayer, He keeps me strong,
He is beside me all along.
I always know just where to turn,
to be near His throne, follow His Word.
There may be times when I will fear,
” The day of reckoning is here!”
Then my faith will come and I will stand,
and see salvation by His hand . a poem by Susan T. Martin May 18 , 2018