by Cindy Hester
This is a poem written not long ago, and I felt it to be an appropriate writing to submit since October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I pray that my heart-felt words help others in recognizing the signs of unhealthy and/or abusive relationships before they become so enmeshed that it is hard to break free. God bless, and thank you for your interest in my writing.
This is a poem written not long ago, and I felt it to be an appropriate writing to submit since October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I pray that my heart-felt words help others in recognizing the signs of unhealthy and/or abusive relationships before they become so enmeshed that it is hard to break free. God bless, and thank you for your interest in my writing.
I felt the autumn breeze upon my
face
And watched my parent’s sweet
embrace
Their love had stood the test of
time
Love at its finest hour, sublime
They honored one
another's heart
They stood together, not apart
Yet free their souls to grow and
learn
As independent cogs do turn
Within a jeweler's watch of gold
Much too priceless to be sold
Or cast before a careless one
To be destroyed and left for done
Instead they knelt before the King
And placed before Him everything
Their lives, their home, their children
too
They gave to Him and they'd stayed
true
To pledges made so long ago
And this is how I came to know
What Christ designed for man and
wife
Did not include abuse and strife
I knew that day things had to
change
My life I'd need to rearrange
In order to fulfill the plan
Untouched by any human man
We'd lost our way, I'm sad to say
But there would dawn a brand
new day
With strength renewed I'd fly up
high
With eagles way up in the sky
My wounded heart would slowly
heal
When placed upon the Potter's wheel
Reshaped the broken pieces now
Before Him, how I gladly bow
I dance with joy before the throne
Ne’er again to feel alone
With Him first place I learned to
love
And never place someone above
His rightful place as Savior, King
And now I gladly wear this ring
A symbol of respect and joy
He will not use me as a
ploy
In selfish plots to meet a need
Left there by someone's selfish
deed