~The Face of the Father!~
Climbing the Ladder of Life! Learning to Endure early when you're still so young, in order to get off the sidewalk and the pavement where the negative space and people of the world would rather you stayed!
~The Face of the Father!~
Into my living room you came,
And my life was never the same.
I don't know what to do about
The power that lives in me,
With the magic of this pen
when it's in my hand?
It is the gift given me
To help me survive
The damaging life rendered,
Because of what 1 religion
Never did for me.
Only God in heaven
Above: Alone
Knew how to raise me
Aware of how the system,
And the people around me
Would fail.
He bought me back at the soul
Before I could ever write the words
To share what I was seeing and understanding
In what the Devil and his Evil were doing around me
To make my world come undone,
When I was still so young
In seeing his power over people
Young and old
When I was screaming for help,
For someone to call me an ambulance
And get me to the safety and comfort
Of Dr's who care,
People born to Fix
What Evil breaks?
But I was left there in the night
Lying on the Ice
On a winter evening so cold
That I couldn't miss that it was
The DARKEST NIGHT,
Pitch Black
Like it was midnight,
Or the end of the world
The day in which
Judgment was given!
I was faced with seeing,
I was faced with understanding
That nobody Cared,
I didn't matter to anyone
But I was only 9
So how does that make any sense?
I had to gasp back my life giving breath
And find another way
To save myself,
Moving forward from that night
In hell
Living through the Devils spell.
I couldn't understand
How children my own age
Could already belong
To the other side?
But there it was
Plain as my view
The 2 standing,
Side by Side
Supporting their
Mom & Dad
And what they decided to do!
So there was 1 thing for sure
That I could testify of
For the rest of my dammed life...
Surviving that severely broken leg
And never reaching that hospital bed side
Until the next day,
Is that GOD IS REAL,
That Jesus is the Son
He is King,
To his Father
Who is Majesty to us all!
And it's only because of knowing them,
Their separate parts
That I can live in the security
And understanding of what
I've been lucky enough,
To come to know.
I am blessed to live in
The Face of the Father
Where my strength and understanding
To endure
All the distractions and wrongful information
Lingers daily like poison
In the lives of the people in the world
All the while passing time.
I'm still here today
Writing my stories,
And sharing in my journey
With the love that lives for me
From above,
Because of what I came to see
When I witnessed
The hate
The Devil had for me,
Because my heart and soul
Belonged to God,
I belong to the light!
So I will continue
To stand and to fight,
For what is right
At the risk of my own
Loneliness & despair
If I change just a few lives
And save them from the fate of mine,
It will be worth the struggle
To undue the damage
Of the Devils Works!
How do you start again
When the life you've already lived
Is a declaration from the Devil,
Who has already said
To man and their beliefs
That he has won?
Oh...
But I have figured out
In these 6000 yrs of time past
The Paradise and the scriptures
God has been speaking about,
Is right in front of us all!
If only the Earth could see
And come to understand
What lives inside of GOD & MAN!
And I don't know what to do
With what I've come to learn...
Except to share my story
While I can
Over the balance of the Future
And what God has planned.
So I hope enough people get it right
Making a better ending,
Then if things
Just stay the way they are?
It is very hard to have to remember
All of the people
Full of such Spiritual Pride,
And insecurity
And needing others
To take their weaknesses,
Out on
How I can play my part
Getting right,
What they get wrong,
When struggling with
Who we are to one another?
But still I don't understand
How can hurting a child,
Someone so young
Make any sense?
What can one come to understand
And try and figure out,
If they don't see
From the beginning
What to protect our youngest
And most vulnerable from?
Wiping away the faces that glow,
Erasing the smiles
That should be there
To celebrate in the Joy,
Of the goodness
That is supposed to be upon us,
In understanding
The Face of the Father?
A price high enough
Already paid,
By so many of us
That Christ knows...
He's not alone!
I can't live a 1000 yrs
Witnessing life on this earth
Full of People,
Who come and go
Taking it slow?
Watching
The rest of biblical history
Unfold...
My physical body
Surrenders,
To the only life
I know
For the time I have left,
In spite of what I'm writing here
For all to read.
Because of all the years
That stand before the Earth still,
And how little of being
Any part of that whole drama
I ever wanted to be,
I digress...
Choosing to live a life
That I can understand
How to get through now!
Leaving behind the little girl
Who never wanted to leave
The safety of the love and story
Of life in the Garden of Eden...
We all have to find our way
To travel through the time
That is ahead still on this earth,
So much more
Then what the human soul
Can really handle,
That life is still demanding more time
To try to learn, and work it out!
But it is clear and evident
Due to the years that have past
The secure message in that
God inspired 66 book
Of wonder,
That outcome is already set in stone!
Deep thinking won't fix that now,
I mourn for what I was not able to become
Because of how much damage
Has been done to me,
To wind up suffering
Through a life that
Never reached the cure,
So I must write my own end
And live with the outcome
Of what that life demands...
Far better then 1 where the devil
Tries to manipulate us
To a suffering,
That is indefinite!
I am sick over where this has left me
I'm sick over what I'm not free to do,
Because of what in my little life
I came to understand
About the differences of the 2!
Heaven and Hell...
I need to speak
Share so much more
Then what just talking to God,
And living with Christ every day
Can alone ever fulfill.
I cannot quit until I find the
Right love,
The person
The self
The career
That is mine to have!
Never having to live
Through the Providence,
Of humans
Living in a State of
(Free Will?) As they call it
Ever again,
I want what's mine
So I leave these words
Hoping it will cut through
To a place and time,
Where they leave a change
In others who live for Love
And a better life
An affair with God Above,
To an outcome
That reflects a peace
That can bring smiles to the faces
Of those on both sides of the veil,
And the conversation
Going on inside
The soul and the mind.
I know it's not perfect
But if we can look at ourselves
In the mirror and live with what we see,
That is something...
Something the Devil cannot take away
From you and me!
I have come to know that I'm just a bystander
In this fight,
An innocent life
Whose mind so early on
Understood
Life and its mysteries,
To survive I had to learn
To swim,
Use the storms
To find the courage and ability
To put out Evils Flames,
So that he could not
Burn me anymore,
I climbed that ladder
Starting from the very night
I laid out there,
In the winter
On the pavement in the cold
I Outgrew,
To reach where I now live
With these feelings,
And the power
Of just one person's strength,
That God
Can use to do anything
To help those who,
Continue to fight and win
Making us know
By how we feel,
That we have not been cast aside,
Which changes everything
About the way I feel,
As I work through each day!
That I will have faith and hold
Onto to the hope,
That will also help shape you...
So it is my confession for you
Here and now
My tall,
Dark and handsome
Wherever you are...
That what I understand
Remains a mystery for you,
Just as my love does
For the distance in this life,
And experience in where
that has left,
Us 2!
I thank the understanding
Of what that means for you,
Because you wouldn't like the life
Of understanding it all
The way that I do,
So enjoy your life
And what it is God gives to you
In your 1 shot deal,
And no matter what happens
To me,
Just know I'd never trade in my position
With this affair and the heavens above,
And what I'll gain in this life
From what is lost, in order to gain it,
A testimony
Of what is real,
In Jesus through Faith,
What can be felt
And only then understood
Without being being seen.
I am O.K.
My love
I have a life that I must live too,
And so I shall
All the while
Still,
Dreaming of you!
Into my living room
You came
God,
And my life
Was never the same,
I don't know what to do
With the Power
That lives in me,
With the magic of this pen
When it's in my hand?
But I will do my best
To try and not waste
The gift given me,
For the hard life
I have to survive
And try and be a voice,
For those whose lives
I see,
The rest of the world
Will never know,
Existed!
And I will not take for granted
Living so close
To someone so majestic,
Larger then life
And this universe
That tiny people
Can't even begin to get
the message of the scope
Of you,
In spite of what human's
Have invented and
Learned to become,
With you helping us get there,
Whether the world wants to see
And understand it that way,
Giving you the credit or not...
As for me
It is simple,
To know
How without traveling
I'm already there,
When needing you
In just closing my eyes
To see into
The Face of the Father!
Written by,
Jennifer Cooley!
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