Lifting Fog

At birth – God gave me two pounds,

To my mother, my problems seemed nothing but mounds.

I don’t know what my father thought,

But as I grew, by the Spirit of God I was guided and taught.

So into the incubator I was tossed,

And much sight was lost.

But, the fog was lifted for me. Jaundiced and wrinkled,

God made me live.

And the fog was lifted for me,

looking the same at three months of age.

My mother cried,

But I had too much pride,

To just give up and die.

So I fought for the life that God gave to me,

And the fog was lifted for me.

My eye from slate-blue to pretty green,

And from pretty-green to hazel-brown.

And my hair from taffy-red to golden-brown,

I became a frisky kid.

I was like Israel,

Naked and bare.

But the fog was lifted for me,

As I grew.

So did my mind,

Though I’m legally blind.

And the fog is still lifting for me.

Attractive and bright,

With roughly 60/0 sight,

I accomplished a great deal in school.

I completed my diploma and moved on from there,

And the fog is still lifting for me.

I worked at CNIB, JV5 and for Penguin Books,

And God’s spirit I have received.

And though I’ve wasted some years,

With years I grew.

And God is still using me,

I don’t always know how.

But God knows me well,

And the fog is still lifting for me.

By Glenna Marie

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The Bride Speaks

by Glenna Marie

Hello World! Says the bride for whom he died.

My dear Lord Jesus who told me "Through the universe and far beyond. Together we'd ride".

Bid me speak and so I must and in him to trust and so I do to share his story while I wait for glory.

I started out as just one nation: Israel, one small part of his creation. To whom he offered salvation.

A sorry unwelcome birth was mine. Filthy, bloody, "Even a mother can't love". Hey live and be loved and so I cried, "Breathed and revived"

And my Lord washed me up, and poured me his loving saving cup and brought me to life.

He raised me to a young girl and made me his wife my reddish-blonde tresses became wavy locks of rich-red-gold.

My blue-gray eyes blue-violet but I could not keep quiet. I forsook my trust to fall in lust with baser men who worshipped gods of no degree, I squealed with glee, how happy I'll be!

I'll get from them the white linen, the silks of purple and scarlet, the woolen coats - food - money and the precious gems.

I'd smile, flip my red-gold wavy hair - wink and blink my blue-violet eyes operation seduction, they got me every where. How low I sunk. What a skunk. Too much perfume; whorism, make-up, sacrificing our royal children and killing the holy prophets.

I broke my Lord's heart. It took five empires and a series of captivities by smaller nations to humble me - Egypt, Babylon, Persia, Greece and Rome; each of them in turn became my home away from home.

That's how my extreme make-over went. My hair is now curly and black. My skin is now copper, my eyes are now brilliant amber. Now I'm every nation on earth, for whom my lover's life is worth. I'm the bride for whom he died.

And now I'm telling you world, "live and be loved!"

Let Jesus wash you in his blood! Come and be part of me through him! And God the Father will love you! We'll rule with Him, His Kingdom the spirit and I say "Come Lord Jesus!" Bring it on! And fast! Full kingdom at last!

Let us be glad and rejoice! Together forever! Yeh! Amen!