A child without nurture
Can there be a future?
When all that's seen is wrong
How can one turn out strong?...
With the drug deals and sex trade
The police often came to raid
Yet, they never rescued the child
From this lifestyle, crazed and vile
The father was vengeful...
The boy must become "useful"
As the mother had long left
The boy was soon taught theft
His own bed was given away
For the addict or thief to lay
While he slept on the floor
Hearing sex through the door
And when the music was loud
His judgment often did cloud
He would tear at his own skin
To be relieved of a force within
And as the boy became older
His heart inside grew colder
For everything built to stew
As he picked fights each day, too
But, they could not match the pain
Of his father's beatings and disdain
To survive, he learned to judge what he saw
Whether to lie or inside withdraw...
How will this man child turn out?
Statistics leave us no doubt!
But... could kind time erase this imprint
Perhaps, if but light showed a glint...
He grew hard with hatred and pity within
For someone must prove that they could love him
As, he did not trust those who gave him aid
It was with drama and anger that he paid
A young woman did not judge and gave him love
But, eventually even her he did shove
He thought himself damaged and too far gone
That like his father he would go on
He dared church missionaries to teach him
Truly intending to berate them
But, as He told his story in full
He felt their love and a warmth did pool
The Elders came, and a seed was planted
That God was his Father- the truth he was granted
He could pray out to Him for what he needed
Perhaps, like a junkyard, he could be weeded
But, once the weeds were cleared there was more
As the past madness still in him tore
Yet, in him four dreams he chose to peruse
That a new man in him might infuse
God, love, hope, and family- could be found
But, first he must find himself on solid ground
As he'd never known structure or self-discipline
He enlisted in the Coast Guard to change within
As he learned the good of wise choices
A need for education in him made noises
And he became lonely for that girl in his past
This time he was determined to make it last!
It was not easy...for his old past haunted
He could be cruel as like his father he taunted
With three children, his wife almost left
But, the gospel heals, he was not left bereft
The sickness in him, he did destroy
As, more and more he came to love each boy
A step at a time a new life can be cast
Unto a new heart that will ever last
And this soul survivor can attest
That the past can be laid well to rest
Gone the damage and the torture
As he's blessed with hope, the gospel cure!
thoughts after reading
Soul Survivor
James Ballou
Amazon books
Can there be a future?
When all that's seen is wrong
How can one turn out strong?...
With the drug deals and sex trade
The police often came to raid
Yet, they never rescued the child
From this lifestyle, crazed and vile
The father was vengeful...
The boy must become "useful"
As the mother had long left
The boy was soon taught theft
His own bed was given away
For the addict or thief to lay
While he slept on the floor
Hearing sex through the door
And when the music was loud
His judgment often did cloud
He would tear at his own skin
To be relieved of a force within
And as the boy became older
His heart inside grew colder
For everything built to stew
As he picked fights each day, too
But, they could not match the pain
Of his father's beatings and disdain
To survive, he learned to judge what he saw
Whether to lie or inside withdraw...
How will this man child turn out?
Statistics leave us no doubt!
But... could kind time erase this imprint
Perhaps, if but light showed a glint...
He grew hard with hatred and pity within
For someone must prove that they could love him
As, he did not trust those who gave him aid
It was with drama and anger that he paid
A young woman did not judge and gave him love
But, eventually even her he did shove
He thought himself damaged and too far gone
That like his father he would go on
He dared church missionaries to teach him
Truly intending to berate them
But, as He told his story in full
He felt their love and a warmth did pool
The Elders came, and a seed was planted
That God was his Father- the truth he was granted
He could pray out to Him for what he needed
Perhaps, like a junkyard, he could be weeded
But, once the weeds were cleared there was more
As the past madness still in him tore
Yet, in him four dreams he chose to peruse
That a new man in him might infuse
God, love, hope, and family- could be found
But, first he must find himself on solid ground
As he'd never known structure or self-discipline
He enlisted in the Coast Guard to change within
As he learned the good of wise choices
A need for education in him made noises
And he became lonely for that girl in his past
This time he was determined to make it last!
It was not easy...for his old past haunted
He could be cruel as like his father he taunted
With three children, his wife almost left
But, the gospel heals, he was not left bereft
The sickness in him, he did destroy
As, more and more he came to love each boy
A step at a time a new life can be cast
Unto a new heart that will ever last
And this soul survivor can attest
That the past can be laid well to rest
Gone the damage and the torture
As he's blessed with hope, the gospel cure!
thoughts after reading
Soul Survivor
James Ballou
Amazon books
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