By Kurt Hardy
She was a woman of the street,
that no one cared to love.
Her hair was scraggly, clothes all worn,
she was known as a fallen dove.
Once admired as a beauty queen,
and sang at Carnegie Hall.
Jewels of gold on every finger
men of distinction would call.
She used to live in a house on a hill,
but her parents were seldom there.
Her heart longed to be truly loved,
just to hear someone say ‘they care.’
Nightly she would go to the parties,
hoping to meet someone new.
A man of position and character,
who would always be faithful and true.
But when the parties had ended
and the crowds had all gone home,
The Nightingale would often wail,
“Please, don’t leave me here alone.”
Soon she began to take her comfort,
drinking from a glass of champaigne
"No more lonely nights for me,
this wine will heal my pain.”
Booze became her new lover,
every night she drank her brew.
Men began to call on her,
like men will often do.
The booze began to take her voice,
and she no longer was able to sing.
So she sold her beautiful clothes,
and all her jewelry and rings
Alone and destitute of earthly wares,
at night, under a lamp post she’d sing.
“Oh, that love would come my way
with a future of hope to bring.”
Then a man who caught her eye,
said her wish had just come true.
“Come with me and we shall dine,
and your dreams I’ll bring to you.”
She gave her heart away to him,
and went to his bedroom place.
But love was not to be given,
for she fell that night from grace.
He used her for his own pleasure,
then tossed her back to the street.
No longer desired as a beauty queen,
just a rag doll, all broken and beat.
To the river’s edge she stood that night,
broken hearted, her life she would end.
Her world of emptiness she could not bare,
to live a life without love or a friend.
Thinking to leave a note behind,
but who would care to read?
A rag doll, no one cared at all,
of her broken heart and needs.
About to jump into the raging waters,
in the cold still darkness of night.
She heard a strong yet tender voice,
from a whirlwind that was fiery bright.
“Stop My child! Do yourself no harm,
for I have come to rescue you.
I know your heartaches and your pain,
I offer you a life brand new.”
“Who are you Lord, that I might know,
this life you have offered to me?
Tell me sir, what is your name,
that I may hope to believe?
“I AM the great I AM,
without Beginning or End.
The Most High God and Savior,
Your forever Lord and friend.”
“Oh Lord have mercy and save me,
from this bondage that I am in.
This night I offer my life to You,
please forgive me of all my sins.”
Inside the fiery whirlwind,
I saw what looked like a man.
He spoke with complete authority,
and gave a special command.
“I will restore your voice again,
and bring back your fortune too.
Because you have trusted in Me,
I will return them all to you.”
Now I have a family,
a husband who is faithful and true.
What God has done for me my friend,
I know, He will do the same for you.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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