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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Help (02/20/06)

TITLE: Help me Jesus
By Grace Sempa
02/26/06


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Help me Jesus

I looked around me, hundreds of people surrounded me, and they were all captivated by what the preacher said.

The day before a neighbour had knocked on my door and invited me to an open-air crusade…
“Rose, this week we are having a wonderful time in the evenings at the sports field, please come and join us”
“I will see,” I answered to get rid of her and not wanting to go of course.

Today after having a miserable day at home, I decided to just pass by and see what was happening at the Christian gathering.
My passing by became a stop over.

People were now walking past me to the front, I heard the preacher make the call, but something was holding me back…

The year did not start well for me at all.
I lost my job, and now depression had become my pillow and loneliness my companion.

I left the gathering without giving my life to Christ, how could I.
I had gone through too much, to believe the words of a preacher.

Now in the middle of the night, sitting on my bed, for sleep was a luxury these days, as I spend my nights looking into nothingness, the echo of the preachers voice came to me,

…Come to Jesus for Help, come all of you who labour and are burdened, come to Jesus, He is the answer to your problems…

The words continued running through my mind, and I felt I needed to answer back; I had a yearning in my heart.

The preacher had said …to come to Jesus for help.

My heart is burdened Lord
My soul empty,

But here I am
Take care of me Lord.

The preacher said,
To come to You for Help.

I need Your help.

I have no purpose in Life
I have no plans,

Can I be of any use to You?
Can I start again?

The preacher said,
The help that comes from You is Divine

Help me Jesus, to Stand
Fill the hollow darkness in my heart
I feel so empty,

Help me and give me direction
For I am lost.

Come Lord Jesus,
Come in my Life.


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Phyllis Inniss 02/28/06
A very good article. So many have been there. I like how you summed up your feeling "depression had become my pillow and loneliness my companion". The poem at the end was a real plea for help.
Aimee Firtz03/05/06
A very good article describing the tug of the Holy Spirit to bring a weary soul to Jesus. Good Job!!
Suzanne R03/06/06
The message of this piece is powerful - well done.