This poem was inspired by a young lady who was raised a Mormon but was struggling to get out from under the influence of those teachings. She is still struggling with the idea of a loving God. I pray that someday she will come to know and accept Jesus as her Lord and Savior. |
Little Girl Lost Raised in a religion She cannot understand And really cant abide. Told she was condemned If she did not comply. So many rules. So many dos and donts. Where is this God? Where is the love I so desperately need? Why is it so hard To follow this lead? Acceptance and love Is what I am crying out for. So much advice. So much condemnation. Why all this pressure to conform? Is God such a hard task master? Must I really do so much To gain this deitys love? Isnt there a simpler way? Can I ever possibly be Accepted and enfolded in arms of love? "Oh my God! If You are there Reach out and touch me! Let me feel Your love Show me the true path To Your heavenly door. Hold me in Your embrace And never let me go Keep me at Your side Teach me of Your ways Let this salvation spoken of Be truly revealed Heal me, heavenly Father Change my heart and my life Love me, Father, just as I am!" "Come, my daughter, come to Me. I am not hard to find Just open your heart And let Me come in. I will not cast you away Nor will I condemn you. Come, partake of My peace. Let me open your eyes To a new hope, a new life. Let me lift you up And heal the wounds of your heart. Come close to Me. Only I can give you What you so long for. Come, my daughter, come to Me." By: Ann Martin June 29, 2003
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