A fading voice inside of me was crying to be heard.

While everyone was listening to someone else’s word.

I tried to tell my Facebook friends,

who had problems of their own,

That I was also deeply troubled,

“That’s life!” I heard them drone.

“At least my kids would understand.” I thought, Yikes!

How can this be? BJ’s, texting, web-ring, rebelling…

Now Child Porn T.V.?

Enslaved by a heavy heart,

Beelzebub laughed at my frown.

“I can’t do this anymore!”

I shouted, my driver’s window down.

I found a curb, fought with my nerve

and through tears began to pray,

“Dear Lord, You see my pitiful pit

and what I long to say.

So look at me, deep down inside,

far beneath my skin and bone,

And burn away, please, these evil weeds

that have choked, plugged and grown.

Bent before you, Lord, I bow

accused of doing so much wrong,

My eyes need to be purified,

but they’re weak instead of strong.

I’m asking you, dear Lord, for

forgiveness through Jesus, to see,

The garbage, games, and greed:

a grownup wad of leprosy.

My child only knows to mimic me,

so I’m the one who’s blind!

Poor soul, how can I love like Christ

with me always on my mind?

Dear God, make me into a hero,

authentic, faith renew,

Run, jump, trust, just like my child needs me,

I’m desperate for You!”

by Adelaide and Barbara McBride

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