The_Deliberer

THE DELIVERER

Daddy where are you? Why did you leave us? Why did you hurt mommy? My tummy hurts because I am so hungry and the sores on my legs hurt from being so cold and the bugs keep biting at me. I feel so all alone, oh I am so scared, mommy wake up, mommy please. The days turn into months and months turn into years. The hurt and rejections only grow stronger. As I begin to grow up the other kids treat me different why? because I don’t have nice clothes like them, or have a daddy, and because my mommy is a drug addict. Why do I feel it’s my fault? What did I do to deserve this kind of life? I am a human being too. I have feelings and need to be loved too. I hurt like every one else.

We need money to eat, but I can’t work because I’m not old enough. And my momma tries real hard but she’s addicted to the demons of drugs and alcohol. I have to help her cause she is sick and daddy left us long ago. So I have to get us some food. Momma cries a lot and the drugs and alcohol make her do things that she shouldn’t do. The policeman knows me because he has to come and get me when they catch me taking food for me and my momma. But he let’s me go again because he feels bad for me.
I am older now and they say I have an attitude. Don’t’ know what they talking about. Just leave me alone! I have to protect my self cause no one else will. I’m not letting anyone hurt me no more.

I Just met my mama, said she’s been praying for me since I was a baby and has wanted to see me since I was born but my momma wouldn’t let her, cause what her son did to us.. Said she loves me. What is love? Well she can pray all she wants because I want nothing to do with her GOD or her Church.

My friends and me got our ways to get what we need. I’m smoking dope and drinking now cause that hole is still inside of me, trying dark things others say is bad and they are right demons are real, gotto get away from em, I got me a woman, she gets around and makes money in ways that others say is wrong but she gives me what I need. I do my own way and I don’t need anyone telling me how to run my life. So what’s I end up in jail a few nights.

My ways of life has now landed me in prison, said I killed a man, but I don’t remember. There are many fights in this hell hole, and now I am in two prisons not just one. The one inside of me is worse though that the one with metal bars. Been 6 years now and got a letter from my woman finally told me she had my baby and her is 6 now, she is living with my mama. Mama has been writing to me saying all this stuff about this JESUS and how HE wants to save me and set me free. Said her son, my Daddy has come home and he is a changed man, said he cries for what he did to me and my momma and wants me to forgive him. Too much to deal with! A kid, a mama preaching to me, a daddy I never knew wants to meet me and to forgive him. How dare them, How dare him! I hate him! I will never forgive him, the pain and torment inside of me is getting worse. I can’t take it any more, I want to hurt someone, I want to die! I fall to my knees, I can’t stand the torment and the pain, what is love? What is forgiveness? Oh GOD if YOU are real then help me! If YOUR SON JESUS CHRIST IS REAL like my mama says then please help me, forgive me, come into my life, my heart and wash me clean, set me free from this hell!

What is this strange feeling? Where are the tormenting demons? where is my pain? The heavy weight around me is gone. I have never felt this way before. I feel a warmth in this cold cell, a clean-ness, a peace and joy inside of me. That hole I had inside is now filled, and it’s JESUS WHO was the missing piece. Whose loving, gentle, strong arms are around me? What is this liquid streaming down my face? Tears? My mama was right JESUS YOU ARE REAL! YOUR LOVE HAS SET ME FREE! how can their be freedom & joy in tears? JESUS YOUR BLOOD has broken the curses off of my life, mama you were right, thank you. I want to see my dad, I forgive you dad, and my little girl oh how I want to hold you, mama thank you for praying for me all these years and never giving up on me. Thank you GOD for loving me while I was still a sinner and setting me free from all my sins. Thank you for giving me a new life and allowing me to be FREE while still IN PRISON. I am no longer in a prison inside myself even though I have to live in a prison with metal bars. YOU are THE DELIVERER.

Dear little boy all grown up, I ask that you would forgive us, your brothers and sisters of a different color, who have mistreated you, and treated you and your Nationality with disrespect, dishonoring you, hurting you, and even murdering you.. I ask for your forgiveness upon our Nation, upon our race for the years of this treatment to you. You are my brother and I ask to covenant with you to forever and to walk with you side by side as an equal. Thank you my brother. For GOD (YAHVEH) has created us ALL EQUAL. You are my brother and my friend. Please let us start a new this day. LET US BOTH LET GO OF ALL PAST HURTS AND PAIN, for you are my brother and my friend.

Sincerely Dana Hanson
www.Lordwarmingtonstudio.com

	The Deliverer

	THE DELIVERER Daddy where are you? Why did you leave us? Why did you hurt mommy? My tummy hurts because I am so hungry and the sores on my legs hurt from being so cold and the bugs keep biting at me. I feel so all alone, oh I am so scared, mommy wake up, mommy please. The days turn into months and months turn into years. The hurt and rejections only grow stronger. As I begin to grow up the other kids treat me different why? because I don’t have nice clothes like them, or have a daddy, and because my mommy is a drug addict. Why do I feel it’s my fault? What did I do to deserve this kind of life? I am a human being too. I have feelings and need to be loved too. I hurt like every one else. We need money to eat, but I can’t work because I’m not old enough. And my momma tries real hard but she’s addicted to the demons of drugs and alcohol. I have to help her cause she is sick and daddy left us long ago. So I have to get us some food. Momma cries a lot and the drugs and alcohol make her do things that she shouldn’t do. The policeman knows me because he has to come and get me when they catch me taking food for me and my momma. But he let’s me go again because he feels bad for me. I am older now and they say I have an attitude. Don’t’ know what they talking about. Just leave me alone! I have to protect my self cause no one else will. I’m not letting anyone hurt me no more. I Just met my mama, said she’s been praying for me since I was a baby and has wanted to see me since I was born but my momma wouldn’t let her, cause what her son did to us.. Said she loves me. What is love? Well she can pray all she wants because I want nothing to do with her GOD or her Church. My friends and me got our ways to get what we need. I’m smoking dope and drinking now cause that hole is still inside of me, trying dark things others say is bad and they are right demons are real, gotto get away from em, I got me a woman, she gets around and makes money in ways that others say is wrong but she gives me what I need. I do my own way and I don’t need anyone telling me how to run my life. So what’s I end up in jail a few nights. My ways of life has now landed me in prison, said I killed a man, but I don’t remember. There are many fights in this hell hole, and now I am in two prisons not just one. The one inside of me is worse though that the one with metal bars. Been 6 years now and got a letter from my woman finally told me she had my baby and her is 6 now, she is living with my mama. Mama has been writing to me saying all this stuff about this JESUS and how HE wants to save me and set me free. Said her son, my Daddy has come home and he is a changed man, said he cries for what he did to me and my momma and wants me to forgive him. Too much to deal with! A kid, a mama preaching to me, a daddy I never knew wants to meet me and to forgive him. How dare them, How dare him! I hate him! I will never forgive him, the pain and torment inside of me is getting worse. I can’t take it any more, I want to hurt someone, I want to die! I fall to my knees, I can’t stand the torment and the pain, what is love? What is forgiveness? Oh GOD if YOU are real then help me! If YOUR SON JESUS CHRIST IS REAL like my mama says then please help me, forgive me, come into my life, my heart and wash me clean, set me free from this hell! What is this strange feeling? Where are the tormenting demons? where is my pain? The heavy weight around me is gone. I have never felt this way before. I feel a warmth in this cold cell, a clean-ness, a peace and joy inside of me. That hole I had inside is now filled, and it’s JESUS WHO was the missing piece. Whose loving, gentle, strong arms are around me? What is this liquid streaming down my face? Tears? My mama was right JESUS YOU ARE REAL! YOUR LOVE HAS SET ME FREE! how can their be freedom & joy in tears? JESUS YOUR BLOOD has broken the curses off of my life, mama you were right, thank you. I want to see my dad, I forgive you dad, and my little girl oh how I want to hold you, mama thank you for praying for me all these years and never giving up on me. Thank you GOD for loving me while I was still a sinner and setting me free from all my sins. Thank you for giving me a new life and allowing me to be FREE while still IN PRISON. I am no longer in a prison inside myself even though I have to live in a prison with metal bars. YOU are THE DELIVERER. Dear little boy all grown up, I ask that you would forgive us, your brothers and sisters of a different color, who have mistreated you, and treated you and your Nationality with disrespect, dishonoring you, hurting you, and even murdering you.. I ask for your forgiveness upon our Nation, upon our race for the years of this treatment to you. You are my brother and I ask to covenant with you to forever and to walk with you side by side as an equal. Thank you my brother. For GOD (YAHVEH) has created us ALL EQUAL. You are my brother and my friend. Please let us start a new this day. LET US BOTH LET GO OF ALL PAST HURTS AND PAIN, for you are my brother and my friend. Sincerely Dana Hanson www.Lordwarmingtonstudio.com