rise above

I have been beaten, ripped and torn.
Raped, malested forgotten and worn.
Bleeding impailed but light revealed.
The love of God unsealed.
Amzing such tender and grace.
Is this holy place.
Darkness subsides
Like these teirs in my eyes.
Love and emotions flood
Like christs spilt blood.
His pain and sufering
Prayer lingering
Ashamed but why
Gaverments laws say not right
God has brought me threw my fights
I sit and write this poem here tonight
With my cross I bare
I kneel in Prayer
Thanks for all you have done
Being my number one.