He took me


He violated me

With disrespect


And cold, cruel contempt

I cried until

I slumped

On the cold concrete

Close to a church

Wanting to die

My breathing, shallow and weak

I prayed,

“Take me Lord

I don’t want to stay here anymore,

In a cold cruel world.”

Then I heard voices

But they sounded like

Angels singing

Or a church worship session

The singing was angelic

“But surely

These are humans,”

My tired mind wondered

My mind reeling and spinning

I lay there

Bleeding and in pain

“I can’t loose my baby.”

My mind shrieked,

“No I can’t loose my baby,”

I suddenly wanted to live

For the sake of my baby

An unfamiliar groan sifted into my mind

“Who is groaning?”

I thought within me

Then I heard voices

This time closer to me

“She alive,” a female voice yelled

A male voice replied,

“Call 911, she will make it in Jesus name.”

“Yes pastor,” the female voice answered

The pastor held me and rocked me like a new born baby

“Jesus loves you, you will be okay,”

One year later

The pastor married me

And my baby is our baby



  1. Wow! Restoration and healing depicted in this poem as only God can give! His love is real and vast beyond our ability to comprehend! This brought tears to my eyes!

  2. Wow. God keep you and your family. In loving care.

  3. Jael Sook says:

    WOW, what a Miracle–God bless you!

  4. This is so amazing. God bless you, and keep writing.

  5. brm7 says:

    What a touching story I am going to tweet this.

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