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When MSN had chat rooms I usually got blocked or banned because of who I am. I felt so many rejections and looked to Jesus for help dealing with those Christian chat rooms.

When the pounding of the hammer ceases,
the battle within begins searching for releases.
From the world’s trappings, I am forever doomed.
From the saints of God, I am forever consumed.
So who do I look to now to soothe my soul?
Who will join these broken pieces and make me whole?
I bow my head in shame.
For there is no one else to blame.
The gloomy path I chose ahead
points to the living dead.
I realize now, I am not alone
there are others, dead like stone.
“HAVE YOU MET MISERY?” , a voice cried out.
“OF COURSE I HAVE”. I heard myself shout.
“We know each other well, isn’t that right sister?”
Misery groans in reply, “you have that right, Mister.”
“Have you met SORROW, and AGONY, and MOURNING too?”
“All of those too I have known, sad to say, but true.”
“There is SUFFERING and FEAR and SUICIDE,
also GREED, JEALOUSY, and REBELLION, side by side.”
Shrieks of screams split the dark night,
joined with a mighty unison cries of fright.
FEAR and RAGE clashed with a roaring thunder,
howling of wolves echoed from the world under.
Paralyzed, I stood, face to face with whom I hate.
Murder flickers behind my eyes, “you were my fate.”
“Step aside, get behind me!” I command,
“from now on I take this stand.
I refuse to surrender, to let you have control.”
“Rejection! I will not let you steal my soul!”
In the midst if CHAOS and CONFUSION,
uninvited by darkness entered intrusion.
Sparks of surprise scattered about.
“You! I really do not know.” I cried out.
Sweeping the darkness away into the night.
REJECTION, ABANDONMENT and DEATH took flight.
SHAME, HOPELESSNESS and SELF-PITY did the same.
“HATRED, RAGE, DESTROYER, I call you by name,
BITTERNESS, MISERY, and SUFFERING, THE SISTERS THREE,
FEAR, CONFUSION, DENIAL, I no longer see.”
I drop to my knees and bow my head to pray,
but finding the words in my heart to say
seemed utterly useless to This Majestic One.
For He is I believe, My Heavenly Father’s Son.
As tears sprang out, my heart began to thaw.
I held onto what appeared to be, a lion’s paw.
Sobbing and trembling I told Him everything,
including the evil of darkness I served as my king.
I screamed in anguish and writhed in pain.
I thrust out my hands and clung to His Golden Mane.
He cried out in a thunderous roar.
“This is my Child, Bought and Paid For!”
After the fury and the revenge of the Lion’s wrath,
He carried me to the river and gave me a bath.
He breathed into me the fire of His Mighty power
and he lifted me up, higher than any tower.
He ripped away the veil from my eyes so that I could see
that there is a place designed just for me.