A very powerful poem. May God grant her request.
This poem was sent to Barb by a woman who was sexually, emotionally, mentally and spiritually abused by her pastor. When (a few of) his sins were exposed, all he got was a slap on the wrist by the “denominational council” and a whole year of free counseling for himself and for his marriage.
Here is what she says:
I was never heard. My spirit was left for dead. And I was changed in the deepest way that will leave me forever scarred. And no one seemed to care. I hurt so much and no one can ever fix that. I live with it. I let go and forgive and I keep living with this scar hidden under my heart in shame. This poem is all I have left to show for my experience. Feel free to trash it, post it, curse it, or pray over it. I just want someone… someone…
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