I wrote this poem after receiving my deliverance from abuse. God showed me that He was there all along. Forgive, if you were a victim and let God replace your pain with peace. If you or someone you know would like to share their testimony about abuse, please write to EVE's address.

His hands were not Your hands
Because his hands caused me pain.
His face was not Your face,
When I waited for help no one came.
His voice was not Your voice
Because Your sheep have no problem hearing You,
And my hurt became Jesus's hurt
Because He stayed on the cross to carry them.
When I think of my innocence lost,
It makes me want to scream but
God, oh how I thank you that
You washed my mind and body clean.
Never ever, ever was it my fault,
I shall always keep that in mind,
And forever and ever shall I praise You Lord,
For Your mercy was there all the time.
--Monica Ware