TENDERNESS UNDER GLASS
My daughter who has placed
herself under the glass looking out.
This is your protection to look but don't touch without a doubt.
It's alright to be under the
glass my sweet child.
But you are missing the tenderness of a sweet touch all the
while.
Within this glass my sweet child
you have tucked away all the bitterness from your abuse.
You keep them by your side for the enemy to pull up and use for
you to be confused.
My daughter picture in your mind
this scene that I paint.
All these memories, very vivid in your mind, swirling around
under the glass, a vision strong enough to make you faint.
You say Lord take these memories
and bittnerness away.
But under the glass they will float always in minds eye until you
refuse to let them stray.
You see my daughter - I cannot
take - you must learn to give.
Sort those memories from you mind using a very fine sieve.
Place those memories in your
mind into balloons that will rise to the sky.
Now make sure you have that very last memory - don't hold to any
nor ask why.
Lift this glass from around you
my little one and watch the balloons sail to my hand.
Untie that bag of unforgiveness from off your back and take a
firm stand.
See how light your steps are and
how straight you can walk.
I can handle this bag of unforgiveness and these balloons full of
memories if only we can now talk.
Forgiveness my sweet one is not
for the abuser - but only for you to mend the broken heart.
Vengance is mine saith the Lord - let Me deal with the abuser and
you work on a new start.
Without the memories under glass
and the bag of unforgiveness on your back
My arms will enfold you and to know the joy of my love you will
never again lack.
My child, don't waste your time
asking 'why did this have to happen to me.'
There is no reason to find, the enemy cares not who he attacks
don't you see.
Your walk will now begin to
impact others.
You will be able to help your other sisters and brothers.
The world is full of hurting
hearts and troubled minds.
The path to unforgiveness many will not find.
I have a mission for you my
child to be my arms to reach that troubled soul.
Pull that hurting heart in with your prayers and bring them into
the fold.
Spend your time searching for
that one who needs a special touch.
Show them how I died for them by reaching out my arms to show I
loved them this much.
When the enemy brings unpleasant
pictures into your mind.
Just remind him 'satan be gone' I now walk a walk that is a
different kind.
My daughter learn to know my
gentle touch.
Without the glass between us, you will find the warmth from my
hand so very much.
Always remember I know the abuse
you went through.
You are special to me and the mission I give you is granted to
only a few.
~~ Sharon Lambkin ~~
İMarch, 1999
READ THE STORY BEHIND THE POEM
When I received this precious e-mail I knocked
on the Throne of God
and Jesus answered with the above poem.
Subject: HURTING
SISTER
>Hello Sharon,
I guess you are wondering who in the world I am.
First of all I would like
to say that I went into your web site. It is really
wonderful and it is
helpful for a person like me. I think my sister,
___________, has told you
a little about me. I sent her some poems to put up on her
web site. As you
know, ________ as healed from her childhood memories, I on the
other hand am not.
I think I am still very bitter and I question why did it have to
happen to me.
Also I THINK that I pull myself away from God because he was a
prominant
figure in the church, he preached that we should do right and not
hurt other
people, but for about 10 years he wasn't doing right and he was
hurting me.
He still does not realize how much he has hurt me. I
remember crying
afterwards one day and I couldn't stop and he said everything is
alright. He
said that I had to promise him that I would never tell
anyone. When I didn't
promise he became afraid and started talking about what it would
do to him if
anyone found out. DID HE NOT REALIZE WHAT HE WAS DOING TO
ME!!!
I don't know exactly why I am talking to you but I felt compelled
to sit down and write
you. I hope you don't mind. My sister is the only
person that I have been
able to talk to about this and it helps to get some stuff off my
chest. I
know that I need to pray and ask God to take this bitterness away
from me and
take me through it. Sometimes the bitterness is so
overwhelming. Sometimes I
just want to throw in the towel, but that's when God shows me
that he is still
there. Thank you for listening to me, it really helps and
Sharon I know you
don't know me but PLEASE pray for me. Sometimes I don't
know if I can take
it. I told my sisiter one day that I have all these
diffrent memories going
through my head that I feel like I am just going crazy. BUT
I KNOW THAT IT IS
JUST SATAN TRYING TO KEEP ME IN CONFUSION. I am talking you
to death. I
better go. Thanks.
Name withheld
Read as the healing is taking place for the sister.
