The Broken Ones

Her heart is broken, shattered by circumstances--
She knows she's made the wrong choices--
She's feels trapped, sitting there on the kitchen floor,
Weeping and crying until she can cry no more, no more...

She's one of the mothers who lost her children--
She's one of the broken ones, hurting again, and again--
Life is all darkness that night as she begins to pray,
And then she hears a small voice inside her say...

     Mommy, where's God?   can I talk to Him?
     Why are you crying?   I heard Jesus is our friend

Then the comfort and peace that only Jesus can give
Came into that kitchen and gave her hope to live, to live...

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Days later, a circle of friends at the Pentecostal church fervently pray for her--
She senses His presence again, and then...she receives the gift of the Holy Ghost!

One of the broken ones is now made whole...

Thank You Jesus!
 

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday March 17, 2007 A.D.

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