A Poem of Victory!

I will not believe what my enemies say
Just keep on believing god as I walk his way

You can put me down and, say at nothing I’m good
You are the prince of liars and that is understood

It doesn’t matter what you say about me
When Jesus saved me he gave me total victory

I am a woman that has suffered many abuses
As you wring your hands looking for excuses

I have become the victor and rise up from the ashes

I have been made strong by his great power
Jesus gives me joy and keeps me hour by hour

You curse and attack me in front of a crowd
As you yelled and blamed me out loud

I used to believe all the things you said were true
You wanted me to feel bad about how you felt about you

When people are abusive and attack with such furor
It is usually because they do not like what they see in the mirror

He told me if I would only change and put him first in my life
There would not be a need for beating and strife

No matter how hard i would try to change
And i worked so hard at my life to rearrange

Was it because you were threatened by me
That you’re own potential you never could see

Well this is an ode of battered wife
Who could never find any good in her life

She worried and wandered how she could go on
As for her freedom she daily longed

I could never see any good or potential in me
And when any one said anything nice about me
Those nice things I could never believe

But that was so long time ago I have moved on
and improved I know
Jesus gave me a song to sing music,
and poetry and in his freedom I grow

It has been a long time since you went away
The memories of that life grow dimmer and dimmer
I raise my banner high for I am a winner

Past all the ashes and shattered fragments of my life
For I have been delivered from your anger and strife

I have forgiven you, for at last I can see,
it was never about me
It was about your wounded spirit,
and how you longed to be free

Soft Petals of Poetry by Ruthie
Sunday, June 25, 2000

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This poem is dedicated to my first husband Michael.
Rest in the arms of Jesus.
I know you were truly repentant Before you passed away.
I have forgiven you I know your spirit needed to be set free.

In Memory Of
Michael Albert Gavaldon
February 3,1942 to July 17,1997
(Rest in the peace you have flown away to the bosom of God!)

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(Michael’s favorite psalm living translation)

(Psalms 55:1-7)

 Listen to my prayer, o god.  Do not ignore my cry for help!    Please listen and answer me, for I am overwhelmed by my troubles.    My enemies shout at me, making loud wicked threats.  They bring trouble on me, hunting me down in their anger.    My heart is in anguish.  The terror of death over powers me.  Fear and trembling overwhelm me.  I can’t stop shaking.    Oh, how I wish i had the wings of a dove; then would i fly away and rest.     I would fly far away to the quiet of the wilderness.