Power...Purpose...Possibilities
Opening Poem for My Autobiography 8-30-2005
From Broken Pieces to Miracles
Starting young, sick the first twelve years of my life, never to see a first day of school; still I would say, "don't worry momma, we're on the Lord's side".
"From Broken Pieces to Miracles", hurt, harm and danger
in my life it seemed to always langer.
All my life, studying, working hard only to show myself approved.
Nevertheless, to God that was not smooth, my working hard was a total discard.
I was broken, torn into pieces. No goal I could possibly reach.
Tossed and blinded by all the heartache and pain.
It was worldly wealth I desired not to gain.
Twelve years of school and college at the same time.
Still trying to help people, anyone around.
Hurt, even in the midnight hours even as I lay and rest, I had to fight.
I lost my wholeness four times to what schemed as the devil
and that was not right.
And oh my God, that took me to a deeper level, broken pieces undeserved.
First Christian, I was unknown to pleasure.
Married to a man and we could not stay together.
Then came Christopher to a late night fright but his birth came and lit my fire.
Finally, with no fight or fright came Tony-Micah, my little preacher man, God's spoken Words of inspire. Spoken word to move on and forgive. From Broken Pieces to Now I Can Live!
The new friends and even the foes.
God spoke to me and said, "Cherrie, I've placed a hedge of protection, so never close your doors".
My doors unlock for all in need, I guess this is what you call "planting our seeds".
Giving what I had and more when I did not. "No", a sin I don't think so? I was doing what I thought to be right!
Giving my time, my food stamps, my head, my arms and my legs;
moreover, my soul only to help others come in and gain self-control.
Given such gifts and talents, they were not for me!
However, to build, encourage, edify and help others to see.
What seem to be waist deep and knee high, this is not what had to be.
From Broken Pieces to Miracles, you all will see.
Faith, the unseen hope- the kind of hope that would not not dissolve the dope,
trying to swallow pills and they come up whole, I didn't even choke!
A serious state of rebellion, smoking from eight to twenty-one,
a bad heart when my life first begun
Going against the doctor orders and just enjoying life from God.
Broken, bandaged and all rapped up in the fire.
"From Broken Pieces to Miracles" is what I call my book, and this is m desire.
You thought the story was over, but not half have been told, there is still singleness, motherhood and businesses to unfold.
Ten years of college and never making clear decisions.
Now, let the story be told, I thought this was the end too, but then came "Katrina", a bad girl, my worst enemy and my best friend.
Now my dears, you will have to read the book to get to the end!
Starting young, sick the first twelve years of my life, never to see a first day of school; still I would say, "don't worry momma, we're on the Lord's side".
"From Broken Pieces to Miracles", hurt, harm and danger
in my life it seemed to always langer.
All my life, studying, working hard only to show myself approved.
Nevertheless, to God that was not smooth, my working hard was a total discard.
I was broken, torn into pieces. No goal I could possibly reach.
Tossed and blinded by all the heartache and pain.
It was worldly wealth I desired not to gain.
Twelve years of school and college at the same time.
Still trying to help people, anyone around.
Hurt, even in the midnight hours even as I lay and rest, I had to fight.
I lost my wholeness four times to what schemed as the devil
and that was not right.
And oh my God, that took me to a deeper level, broken pieces undeserved.
First Christian, I was unknown to pleasure.
Married to a man and we could not stay together.
Then came Christopher to a late night fright but his birth came and lit my fire.
Finally, with no fight or fright came Tony-Micah, my little preacher man, God's spoken Words of inspire. Spoken word to move on and forgive. From Broken Pieces to Now I Can Live!
The new friends and even the foes.
God spoke to me and said, "Cherrie, I've placed a hedge of protection, so never close your doors".
My doors unlock for all in need, I guess this is what you call "planting our seeds".
Giving what I had and more when I did not. "No", a sin I don't think so? I was doing what I thought to be right!
Giving my time, my food stamps, my head, my arms and my legs;
moreover, my soul only to help others come in and gain self-control.
Given such gifts and talents, they were not for me!
However, to build, encourage, edify and help others to see.
What seem to be waist deep and knee high, this is not what had to be.
From Broken Pieces to Miracles, you all will see.
Faith, the unseen hope- the kind of hope that would not not dissolve the dope,
trying to swallow pills and they come up whole, I didn't even choke!
A serious state of rebellion, smoking from eight to twenty-one,
a bad heart when my life first begun
Going against the doctor orders and just enjoying life from God.
Broken, bandaged and all rapped up in the fire.
"From Broken Pieces to Miracles" is what I call my book, and this is m desire.
You thought the story was over, but not half have been told, there is still singleness, motherhood and businesses to unfold.
Ten years of college and never making clear decisions.
Now, let the story be told, I thought this was the end too, but then came "Katrina", a bad girl, my worst enemy and my best friend.
Now my dears, you will have to read the book to get to the end!
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