A conversion poem by Amy Drew

Tear Stained Pillowcase
mascara smudges and pink flowers
mixed with hours & hours
of what seemed like a bad trip
as I slipped between
fits and spits of muttering madness.

Sleepless nights, filled with fights
reaching new heights of miscommunications,
accusations, manipulations.

Drug Down Again.
Emotions tear at the seems of my
tattered heart, ripping it apart
slipping & falling, falling
fast and deep into nothing but dark.

The cold hand of strangling obsessions
shatters my perceptions—leaving only
battered reflections of twisted love.

I look above for answers unknown
search long and hard why my soul is so torn
all seems empty, all seems lost,
where is my Savior who paid the cost?

Dawn quietly crawls in with honest
examination—showing light to myself…
my sin…my separation.

How I long for the Son to save me from my pain,
to quiet the stormy seas & give me peace again.

His mercy grabbed hold of
my trembling hand,
He led me to safety & revealed
His glorious plan,
He made known to me
His perfect & lasting love—
The Blood of Christ was spilt to remove all my guilt

And I Stand Forgiven
washed clean & filled with hope
like never before
under His precious wings
forever, my spirit will soar

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