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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Touch (the sense of touch) (08/05/10)

TITLE: Whispery Words
By Charla Diehl
08/11/10


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Young and innocent, he fed me his bait,
He pursued and flirted through each of our dates.
My parents were angry, their advice I ignored,
“Don’t believe his lies, put trust in the Lord.”
I thought I knew better and thought them too stern,
So now I am wounded from lessons I’ve learned.

Once caresses were felt from strong gentle hands
But dreams of “together” were not in his plans.
He said he would love me all my life through
Then took what he wanted--his love wasn’t true.
Cruel sandpaper words still rub my heart raw--
I try to forgive but like insects they gnaw.

I went to a shelter and shivered all night--
It wasn’t the cold, I trembled with fright
To think that I left my home and safe haven,
He seemed so exciting--tall, dark and unshaven.
I felt the sting of truth slapping my face,
I yearn to go home and feel their embrace.

But now I am soiled, it can’t be undone
They’d never forget the wrongs I have done.
Exhausted and dirty I gave in to sleep,
Remember dear child, you’re one of my sheep.
Soft whispery words spoke to my spirit--
They love you my child, they need you to hear it.

Words from a dream somehow lingered on
As sunshine fingers stroked me at dawn.
Hot tears welled up in my red swollen eyes,
It was the Shepherd’s voice I quickly surmised.
A girl at the shelter lent me her phone,
“Mom, my throat tightened, “I want to come home.”

Her words were like balm, together we wept.
God clothed her in grace and I’ll never forget
The grip of her hug or Dad’s tender kiss,
And never again did we speak of this.
They said it was easy for they had been shown
What happens in hearts where His seeds are sown.


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AnneRene' Capp 08/16/10
Wow, another amazing ministering piece! There are SO MANY, TOO MANY young girls who need to hear this and the forgiveness that abounds within it. You touched not only a fellow writer's heart but a fellow sojourner who experienced some of the same lessons, seeking fulfillment outside of sound doctrine.