And the devil danced over her...

Hey!

Another time of me sharing my heart through poetry. Enjoy!

Blue + Yellow = Green

-Donna



And the devil danced over her....


She just wanted it all to stop. She just wanted to be loved. Her heart ached from the pain and the tears seemed endless. And the devil danced over her.

The blade ran smoothly over her wrist. The blood was warm against her skin. On her knees she pushed deeper and harder. The blood poured from her arm. And the devil danced over her.

He placed the needle in his arm and slowly let the drug run free, Dancing thru his veins like fire. The tears flowed from his face. The pain was inescapable. The hurt unbearable. His body fell slowly to the floor. And the devil danced over him.

She put the last bottle to her lips. And the substance bit her throat as it poured into her body. Noone cared. Noone knew. Her pain was invisible and her voice muted. She was alone. And the devil danced over her.

I dont know your pain and I dont know your cry. But I know someone who does.

Is the devil danicing over you? ME? Did you drive the blade into your arm...or put the bottle to your lips?

Your pain runs deep. And His love runs deeper. Jesus was hung on the cross for your pain and your sorrow. He sees EVERY tear you cry. He knows EVERY ache you feel. Standing up seems impossible. Being lifted up is what HE will do.

Mark 10 :27
"No chance at all if you think you can pull it off by yourself. Every chance in the world if you let God do it."
The devil dances over your pain. God takes your pain. Its your decision.