She went to draw her water and she had a tale to tell.
Yes, she was married; had a spouse who beat her every day,
His words her very ‘soul’ he’d scar in scores upon her way.
He said he loved her early on when she was just a maid.
And with kind words he wooed her in their walks along the glade.
I told her ‘bout the words of God that she might like to hear.
That binds the wound, and heals the soul and dries the fallen tear.
She asked me how I came to know about these words of God.
I told her that I’ve borne her pain upon the road I’d trod.
A choice is laid before you now, and so to let it in,
You have to trust and ope’ the door for true joy to begin.
She said I am afraid for everything I trust has failed,
For in the past the promises I’ve heard have only paled.
This is one thing that you must do, and you must take this stand,
One thing I guarantee I’ll do, we can walk hand in hand.
Peter Lowell Paulson
September 10, 2010
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