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Writer's pictureDiana C. Pineda

WMW-Houston

I arrived broken and in pieces

unanswered questions and a heart full of creases.

It was battered, bruised and broken

Spiritually on the floor and prayers that were unspoken.


I felt weak, and wanted to hide

Wanted to somehow end the fight.

If I put a smile the pain could not abide

There I stood and was unable to be might.


Endless nights with no rest

Torn but unsure of what was best

Life had to pause, it had to be dealt

The pain needed to be felt and not hidden in secret like The Veldt


Songs of worship prepared my heart

The warmth of friends became a start

Wisdom after wisdom became shared

In awe and adoration walls started to be aired


The pain was there, I was not healed

the battle had been long and deeply ignored

The scars were opened and felt within

It was time to allow God to break-in


From restoration, to healing

I knew that it could only be won by kneeling

I prayed for others and others prayed for me

There was a point of time where I simply needed to just be


I felt safe, I felt at peace

The pain leaving me was a disease

yes, there was the grief, loss and in confusion

But the worst were the lies from the enemy's allusion


I went there broken and confused

But realized being a victim was something that had to refused

With a stranger's hand upon my heart and faith that touched the sky

The withering destructive river has now become dry.


I left with victory and renewed in faith

I arrived home with no more wraith

going forward off I go

step by step firm against the foe


What a blessing to have a place to heal

where time stops and I could just kneel

My feminine soul united with the sisterhood in prayer

Filled with love, unity, adoration and in one lair.


Seeking guidance, peace and love

from the only one that sits above.

United in the spirit I am not alone

With strength and power from the one who sits on the throne.













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