When my mother was rescued
I was just about eight
Gods plan so decisive
She was strategically placed
My childhood polluted
By my father's drug addiction
He had no control
Over his painful inflictions
My mom would always teach us
The importance of prayer
As she sang to her God
Anytime, anywhere
The image of her kneeling
With tears in her eyes
I remember so clearly
I would watch mesmerized
I could never perceive
The relevance of her Christ
But I felt deep inside
He was watching my life
As the years made me older
I began to rebel
I craved immorality
My appetite swelled
My life was unrighteous
Filled with lustful disease
But my mom never ceased
She remained on her knees
Then one day I realized
How unworthy I’d become
This evil within me
Had made my heart numb
I could hear my moms voice
Saying, “cry out to the Lord”
He’s been waiting my son
Your life He adores
My tears began flowing
As He entered my heart
He then whispered so softly
We will never be apart
Suddenly it hit me
After all this time
Her God is amazing
And now He is mine
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Poem by Dr. Angelo Rosado Jr.