Messages are often sent to children even though
They are not aware, mixed message that are confusing.
Mothers play an important part, shaping their children’s
Thoughts and character.
There roles are often influenced by the missing parent,
Creating insecurities, and often the child thinks it is their fault…
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School is a difficult day after
The night before, words were
Confusing, people screaming,
Bottles strewn about the floor.
What are these people doing
That is so distressing?
~~~
No time for breakfast, running
Out the door, fearing she will be
Late, she can’t remember when
She last ate.
Taking a seat on the bus, the
Girls laugh at her dirty hair and
Clothes
Standing at the board, the teacher
Shames her for the questions she
Does not know.
The bell rings, but she is afraid
To go home.
Each time she goes she is not sure
What she will find.
Reluctantly opening the door,
Gathering courage to walk in, it is
Strangely quiet, as she calls for
Her mother.
Going from room to room, panic
Sets in, calling louder than she
Did before.
Mother had had enough
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Her wild desires are more important
Than her child.
Tears begin to fall, if only she had
Been better, if she had only been
Good
It is her fault that mother has
Left.
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There is a strange story told of a
Land where a certain man dwells
He has a special message to tell
Given by God to share with his
People
But no matter what he said no
One would listen, even though
He pled with them night and
Day
Then one day he awoke
Distraught, he must leave this city
He is too tired to carry on
Pleading with God his strange request
“Surely You can strike them dead”
God sitting quietly by is horrified at
Hosea’s words
But He has a plan for him
Strange and hard to understand
He is told to marry a woman
From another land
A woman who does not love His God
His eyes are big and wide
Where shall he go to find this
Woman?
Knocking on doors, asking
“Where can I find this woman
God has for me?”
Coming to a tavern in the late hours
Of the night
Tables are lit by candlelight
He is directed to a brothel where
She sits drinking wine
Dressed in red satin and
Enticing
He is not sure but he follows
God’s plan
Taking her home to be his wife
She bares
His children teaching
Them wrong
Taking them to strange altars
To pray
She is not happy with Hosea
And her children and one day
Returns to her evil ways
Though his children’s mother is
Gone
He loves his children even
Though they disobey
Feeding and clothing them
Hoping one day they will
Turn to his love
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Though sometimes we stray,
We are ever on His mind
With the call,
“Return to My love and be saved”
