They Crucified Me Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

My life will be open to you.

The hard time in every story details life,
People belong by each journey,
To insult me in so a rude manner,
Threatening me is broken ways,
Abusing me with nasty words, putting me
In troubled ruin my being.
I am collapsing, shaking my system,
Killing my inside self.

I feel various of pain in every system
Of my body trembling, my soul is crying
From the inner heart to my deepest self,
It echoes in my spiritual being.
Depression; and anxiety move me
By being lost, the mind cannot work
It feels the pain in my thoughts
Tears running down my eyes over and over
The sorrow of things, the people who gave this;

I cried aloud to the father to rescue me,
the wonder-working God moves so quick
to save me; send an angel to fix and heal me
and put me in a safe place,
I am free from the presence of evil.

God teach me to put in my mind that whatever
evil may do to hurt me always; I will remember
That God is more powerful. God's power is protected
Whatever happens, He holds everything that I can imagine;
I will open my eyes to the maker,
to the healer whom I can trust and
He will be the judge, amen.

23 July 2007