Poem by Karin
A TINY TESTIMONY
My head is full of all I’ve got to do,
Today, my memory is all but shot through,
Then I raise my head, “what’s that you said?”
“Take a look back down the annals of your life?”
And there I see myself at four (4)
As through a mirror – faintly, indistinct,
Before a looking glass, I hesitantly stood,
To take a look at the beggar I’d become.
From that tender age, I understood at four (4)
Emotions not belonging to a child,
I was all alone, I felt forlorn, a burden to all
Though I was born to a loving family.
The mirror told a tale of longing
It told a tale of tiny pain
That could fill up this whole room,
It told a tale of loneliness
Of consciousness unique
To a baby soul, starved of love
And rendered weak.
At a time when suicide suggested some relief
To a babe just barely past her toddler years
I am grateful still, to a kindly voice, which
Spoke to me from highest heaven,
To spare me from my earthly agony.
The voice I heard was sure and strong,
And it filled my heart with hope and warmth,
From that time on I was not alone,
I’d found my heavenly home,
From that time on I’d cope.
He let me know that though the world
Might undervalue me,
That I was made from a special kind of love
And that I was destined to be
And I am, destined to see,
A new life through the eyes of that love.
A love so deep, so wide, so strong,
A love that has no earthly bonds,
A love not restrained by the chains on hearts
Or the pain of a tortured mind.
The journal of my life,
He is able to rewrite,
His love burns through the world’s decay
And there’s a better day, there’s a better way.
The message God relayed that day,
To a tiny girl of four (4)
Meant more to me than words can ever say
Rarely has a day gone by that I have not found
Comfort and courage from His love
And somewhere deep inside my soul,
He’s kindling a warmth in me,
Toward my very self.
I have a right to be here,
To live and breathe the atmosphere,
Now I know I don’t have to pay my due,
My Lord Jesus did that,
That’s the good news.
I have to change the patterns now,
Of a life I nearly wasted,
It’s a daunting thing to contemplate,
But with God’s help,
I can face it.
Wrote this poem back in 1995
I’m putting this on RB for safe keeping
I keep losing it in my dreadful computer filing system
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