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Stolen Identity

One of the worst things to happen is to be a victim of stolen identity. Sometimes it can take a couple of years to recover all the information that has been lost. When you are Living With and Healing from Trauma on a Daily Basis, you also experience a sense of stolen identity. This poem has been written with the hopes that you can relate and find comfort in Our Creator, who gives the final stamp of approval.

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Stolen Identity

Identity.

Broken.

From trauma’s pieces.

Unspoken.

Like a little child.

Lost in the woods.

Look at all the roles.

And then all the should’s.

Where am I?

Who am I?

How do I get back?

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Follow the cross.

Where it gives no slack.

You are in the court building.

Where the Judge sits on high.

Where his throne reaches ceiling.

And then out through the sky.

“You have been adopted.

You know who you are.

Memories were so blocked.

Had you traveling way too far.

Ground yourself in me.

Where you’ll find your name.

You’ve already been set free.

You will never be the same.”

Bible Verses to Meditate On:

 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

1 Peter 2:9

But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:

John 1: 12

he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will—

Ephesians 1:5

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

Jeremiah 1:5

Life

The last poem that I wrote was entitled, “Dance of Praise”. You can find that poem here. The poem for today is “Life”. It deals with all the joys and difficulties that one would find in daily living.

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Life.

Filled with wonder.

Filled with strife.

One must ponder,

This thing called life.

Filled with fears.

Filled with doubt.

Brings a belly-roaring shout.

Life.

Filled with weeping.

Filled with sorrow.

And a hoping for tomorrow.

Filled with laughs.

Filled with cries.

And those never-ending sighs.

Life.

Other poetry:

Mustard Seed Faith

The Path to Healing

Bible Verses to Meditate On

The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Psalms 121:7-8

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.

Ephesians 5: 15-16

Whoever pursues righteousness and love
finds life, prosperity and honor.

Proverbs 21:21

For we live by faith, not by sight.

2 Corinthians 5:7

Dance of Praise

My last poem, Transformation, can be found here.  This poem, Dance of Praise, deals with the story of David praising God after his victory, and his wife becoming jealous and spiteful because of how he praised God.

Oh David danced,

Oh yes, he danced.

Till servants stared and women pranced.

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Michal called out, “You are a fool!”

But David cried, “There are no rules!”

You see my God has brought me out.

Just need to dance, to get it out.

And I will dance all in the street.

Till I can feel it in my feet.

And when I’m done, I’ll be worn out.

Just need to dance, to get it out.

There are no words to speak my pain.

And so I dance, remove disdain.

You see my God knew from the start.

He called me Man, after his Heart.

Oh David danced,

Oh yes, he danced.

Till servants stared and women pranced.


Bible Verses to Meditate On

2 Samuel 6: 14-23

14 And David danced before the Lord with all his might; and David was girded with a linen ephod.

15 So David and all the house of Israel brought up the ark of the Lordwith shouting, and with the sound of the trumpet.

16 And as the ark of the Lord came into the city of David, Michal Saul’s daughter looked through a window, and saw king David leaping and dancing before the Lord; and she despised him in her heart.

17 And they brought in the ark of the Lord, and set it in his place, in the midst of the tabernacle that David had pitched for it: and David offered burnt offerings and peace offerings before the Lord.

18 And as soon as David had made an end of offering burnt offerings and peace offerings, he blessed the people in the name of the Lord of hosts.

19 And he dealt among all the people, even among the whole multitude of Israel, as well to the women as men, to every one a cake of bread, and a good piece of flesh, and a flagon of wine. So all the people departed every one to his house.

20 Then David returned to bless his household. And Michal the daughter of Saul came out to meet David, and said, How glorious was the king of Israel to day, who uncovered himself to day in the eyes of the handmaids of his servants, as one of the vain fellows shamelessly uncovereth himself!

21 And David said unto Michal, It was before the Lord, which chose me before thy father, and before all his house, to appoint me ruler over the people of the Lord, over Israel: therefore will I play before the Lord.

22 And I will yet be more vile than thus, and will be base in mine own sight: and of the maidservants which thou hast spoken of, of them shall I be had in honour.

23 Therefore Michal the daughter of Saul had no child unto the day of her death.

Transformation

The last poem that I wrote is entitled, “Rubble”.  This poem deals with the trials that we face and our responses to them.  You can find that poem here.

Today’s poem, “Transformation”, deals with the transformation and renewal of our minds and hearts.

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Transformation

Savior, renew my mind.

Make me new wine.

Please fill my jar.

Right where you are.

Make me complete.

From head to feet.

Start with the heart.

Can’t miss the mark.

Bible Verses to Meditate on:

Romans 12: 1-2

I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

Matthew 15:19

For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies:

Rubble

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a poem entitled, “Empathy, Empathy”.  That poem can be found here.  Today’s poem, ” Rubble” explores a conversation with God about the cards that we have been dealt.

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Isn’t Fair!  Isn’t Fair!

Is there justice anywhere?

Lord, I read all your word.

Danced those songs that David stirred.

Sang in choir , don’t you see?

Spoke your vision till they believed.

Did you cause all this trouble?

Stuck down here in all this rubble.

“Yes, my child.

I do see all those struggles hitting thee.

You keep praying in your huddle.

While I clean and give you double.

All this stuff that you’ve lost.

Count it gain.

It’s for the cross.”

Bible Verse for Meditation  

Joel 2: 24-26

The threshing floors will be full of grain, and the vats will overflow with new wine and oil.  I will repay you for the years that the swarming locusts have eaten—the young locust, the destroying locust, and the devouring locust—My great army that I sent against you.  You will have plenty to eat, until you are satisfied. You will praise the name of the LORD your God, who has worked wonders for you. My people will never again be put to shame.…

God bless,

Katina