Doing the Best to Survive,
I couldn't run and hide.
Fast forward to the present time,
Loving the little child inside
only through the healing of Jesus Christ.
I have to heal that frozen parts of me,
chipping at the ice to set her free.
Curses were cast when I was young,
forming agreements I didn't agree on.
Only tricked to believe,
things said were not true about me.
Now, I'm older, I can develop better beliefs,
new beliefs only through deliverance
of my soul-
of the wounded child that lives in me
who now has left to go...
go to heavenly places,
not in my mind
we are not to be double-minded
but the Holy Spirit of Jesus heal
my brain-
thank You Jesus from keeping me sane!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on January 26,2012
updated on August 5,2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem