I lay on the ground crying.
I feel like i was dying.
I look up and ask him why.
He look into my eyes and said
Because i want you dead.
He said i hate you.
He call me a retart too.
My life was almost over.
Until i heard a voice and he say i am Jehovah.
I saw his hand reaching out to me.
He said rise on 3.
He took his hand and wipe me eyes
and said u will never again will have too cry.
So he reach into my soul and took away the pain.
After this i am happy too this day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a supernatural power that does respond to us. It is unbelievable how terrible people can treat us, but our creator uses those experiences to help us become the attractive souls He desires.