“I’m outta here,” she said
“What you did to me in that bed
was wrong.”
You think that I’m not strong
Enough to leave, but I am.”
And out the door she flew
With nothing but her shirt and shorts and shoes
Screen door slammed
And BAM
She knew
He came too.
This day might be her last
Could go slow or really fast
Thinking ‘bout the past
How Daddy knew
And warned her too.
“Jesus help me!” came her scream
from the bottom of something inside
Nowhere to hide
This time.
Three doors down across the street
A lady in her gown and bare feet
Heard the plea
And placed the call
Armor on and Truth in hand
She made her way to unknown land
Addressed that man,
“In the name of Jesus, I rebuke you!
Get thee back, Satan!”
Angels were singing and sirens were ringing
But he heard none of it
As he turned his anger all of it
To the lady with pink curlers in her hair
It wasn’t fair;
Life rarely is
That she should go like this.
Shaking in the aftermath
She picked up from the garden path
The woman’s book.
It was made with love and care
No words in there
Tattered and torn, meant to share.
Pages of colors bold
Followed by the story they told:
Orange is for Heaven so bright.
Yellow is for God’s perfect light.
Dark is for the sins we’ve made.
Red is for the blood He gave.
White is for our cleansing from sin.
Green is for our new life in Him.
Pink is for His free gift to share.
Purple is for the crowns we’ll wear!
First a spark and then a light
She had seen it before
Long ago as a little girl
She’d made a decision that was right
But strayed.
He was here today
Tears flowing now she prayed
And thanked her Maker
For salvation twice over
And for her Sunday School teacher
Who went to Jesus today.
