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I write stories, lots of them. It’s just that I don’t write them on paper, they’re in my mind.
When I thought about writing “Redemption“, I tossed around a bunch of ideas but I could never get past Chapter 1. The plot was supposed to be simple about a woman from a bad background that falls deeper and deeper into doom until one day she meets Jesus who changes her completely. After years of writing a few words here and there and getting nowhere, I finally gave up the idea of writing the book. Writing takes time, effort and a LOT of work. I just didn’t have the time to devote to it as I had other responsibilities.
Also, I need to have projects that I can finish timely and a book could take years to finish. It also requires money and a publisher, two more things I didn’t have. I went back to the drawing board.
Should I write this story? Or, can I write it in short form and share it without writing a book? I’ve always loved writing poems and in fact I started there before moving onto writing my autobiography, “Out of the Darkness“.
The poem I wrote and am sharing today tells the story that’s been in my head for years.
Born into a world she didn’t understand
To parents who never had a chance
A life so young and hard to withstand
You wouldn’t know something was wrong at first glance
She’d go to school trying to hide the hurt
But the marks and bruises were visible enough
All the people that came in and out leaving all the dirt
She dreamt of leaving behind all the rough
And when the time came, she ran away
Far, far away roaming the streets
Visiting one bar into an alley like a cat gone astray
Trying to find true love beneath the sheets
From one mistake to another, the guilt mounting up
Nightmare after nightmare, the sun never coming up
Running from here to there, seeking a new thrill
Until one lonely night, the mistake that brought on a chill
To awaken behind bars
A prisoner inside her own head
Struggling to find sense looking up at the stars
Never truly knowing peace just laying in her bed
She grew tired of her life and the way it was going
So she tried to straighten herself out and make amends
But every time she thought it was behind her, her past caught up
And then she’d go on a binge unable to comprehend
The next day brought up more sins
But a friend visited her that day bringing a book
He talked of a Savior that could fill her thirst
Who didn’t think of Himself but her first
The things he said didn’t make sense
Yet she was strangely drawn to his words
She was not brought up in a religious home
It was more like a graveyard, all she did was roam
But that night she finally cried out
And He heard her pray
He reached down from Heaven and touched her soul
And her heart where there was a huge hole
It would take time for her to truly understand
But she finally had something to live for when He held out His hand
She wasn’t really living, just existing in another dimension
Until she met Jesus, and He taught her all about true Redemption.
~ Kim McDougal