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Virgin Pure
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By Louis Gander
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Virgin Pure

(from a woman's perspective for those hurt, abused and broken)

 

One time a horrid thing occurred, but I'll keep that unspoken -

except to tell you how I felt - so sad, depressed and broken.

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There's evil all throughout this world that eyes may never see,

but we can feel results of sin - and that, I guarantee.

So many have endured the pain, the torture, wounds and strife -

but hidden is satanic stains that steal away the life.

 

No soap and water cleans up sin.  There's no 'work' we can do.

It's principalities we fight and faith will pull us through.

It took me years to realize that it's all in God's hand,

but let me tell my story first - so you may understand.

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The fault was certainly not mine.  I tried to just pretend

that others understood my pain about what really happened.

 

But like a vault, that pain was locked down deep inside my head.

Those reoccurring nightmares came each time I went to bed.

 

My mind was haunted day and night.  Those nightmares?  They were true!

I bathed and showered.  Nothing worked!  ...t'was nothing I could do.

 

Oh, how I tried!  I used good soap, used all the soap I could,

but nothing washed away that sin.  It wasn't any good.

 

Was I so blind for remedy, that I just couldn't see -

the answer?  Then I realized, that it was not of me.

 

No, there was nothing I could do, but search and search and search,

but that's when I discovered Him.  The answer was in church.

 

God's house.  That's where He was.  God sent His only Son.

Dark, sinful nightmares went away when His love had begun.

 

Once nightmares kept me up all night.  I'd roll and turn and toss.

But then I thought, "Did Jesus sin when He was nailed to cross?"

 

Christ, like me, was innocent!  It wasn't my Lord's fault!

Though Satan locks those horrors in, God opens tomb and vault!

 

No tomb could ever hold Him there!  Sin can't imprison lives!

No vault can lock us up again when Jesus Christ arrives!

 

HIS LOVE has made me whole again and wasn't that my goal?

Yes, that my friends, brings me to tears.  He cleanses mind and soul.

 

The joy I have, now fills my heart.  The problem's not with skin.

He wiped away those horrors and He brought me peace within!

 

So everytime those thoughts come back - those things that are no more,

it's then that I remind myself that Christ wins every war.

 

Despicable, their ugly sin and blacker still, than coal,

but Christ gives peace of mind from sin. God cleansed my very soul.

 

No, baths and showers do not work and there's no other cure -

but Jesus, born of Mary, is.  He made me virgin pure.

 
©2014 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 
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There are many 'crisis centers' around the United States.
So seek help and support, but remember:
Only Jesus truly understands.
Seek Him.  Pray.  Heal.
Then serve Him!
Help others!
Be there
for them
and live again!
Jesus lives & Jesus saves!
 
Quite some time ago, a lady from Alabama who runs a rape crisis center asked me to please write a poem that could help the girls that she works with.  Not being of the female gender, I didn't think I could write anything that could be accurate, subtle (so as to keep my blog in the G-rated catagory for minors) and helpful, but over the years God has given me some thoughts that I hope will do some good and are mentioned above.  PLEASE CRITIQUE.  I would like to make this as perfect and helpful as possible.  ANY suggestions, comments or hints given is most appreciated.  Thank you!


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Submitted: Sunday, December 14, 2014

Last Updated: Monday, December 15, 2014

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Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin in 1954. It's the poem's message that matters- not the poet.


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