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I watch a movie
about men like you,
& understand a bit better
why you've done what they do,
& I weep, & yes, grieve,
for all your sin put us through,
then pray again for your salvation...
{...though it's sometimes hard to do.}

~I no longer fear you,
or hate you, or deny
the affect your actions
had on our lives, & I cry
for the cost of your silence
to my sisters, confused,
told lies all their lives
about us being abused,
still, deep down, I believe
that the truth will be known
in God's perfect time,
when it's time to be shown,
& when freedom & healing
is chosen by each one
who've been wounded & distanced
from You, God, & Your Son~

Come quickly, Lord Jesus!
How much longer can we bear
the abusing of children,
& their silent wounded stare,
with their innocence stolen,
& the shame taken on
by men who are blinded
to the damage they've done!?!

I long to enfold them
in safe, healing arms,
promising them protection
from how perversion harms,
tell them of the purity
found only in your love,
but Lord, I know some will not know
until they're with You, risen above~
      *~*~*~*
                ~By Anastazia Rowe~
                     May, 2006.