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MOM

Updated: Jul 16, 2023

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.



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