Sunday School Teacher

“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.