My eyes may be blackened...my face may be blue.  And I can go no further.  So Lord, I'm asking You "Is this all there is?   What is my purpose in life? Can't I be more than another battered wife? God help me, I love him., So I will have to stay. I'll just put on a little make-up, and cover it, one more day!

He REALLY didn't mean it.  He's TRYING, anyway! And bruises look better in the light of day! Who am I convincing?  I'm hurt from head to toe. My ribs may be broken, Lord, I've got to go! Help me find a shelter, from this internal shame.  Lord, I'll be forever grateful, in Jesus' precious name!"

Battered and homeless, I wandered the streets. Thinking myself friendless, I knelt at Jesus feet! I cried,"Lord, I'm a sinner, I've done everything wrong!" He said, "Child, I still love you.  What took you so long?"   For the MILLIONS of battered, abused, confused women in the United Stares Of America, and elsewhere.  JESUS IS THE ANSWER!!!                   c. 8-13-96

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