Hello Ambassadors . . .

Sweet, sweet greetings to Beautiful You in the Amazingly Amazing Name of our Darling Lord & Savior!

Today I’d like to share a very special poem I’ve written called “Who Gives A Care, Anyway?”

This poem was given to me by the Holy Spirit one afternoon about 15 years ago. I was in my daughter’s bedroom. She was lying on her bed in great pain, struggling to sleep. She had a vicious brain tumor and she was deteriorating more than I wanted to acknowledge.

As I looked out her window, I saw two young men. They were talking loudly and from their conversation and apparel, it was quite obvious that they were gang members.
Strong feelings began to rise up in me.

Feelings I did not know I even had. And suddenly, I became angry. And the more I looked at them and the more I listened to their mischievous conversation, the more angry I became. Yes, I was very angry!

These youths were walking around being a menace to society and terrorists in the communities. Yes, I was angry all right because they were just a little too healthy in my opinion.

And glancing again at my lovely daughter, I wanted to know why they were so healthy and why my beautiful, brilliant, sweet daughter was so unhealthy, so grossly inflicted by a new kind of terrorist! Why!?!

I looked again at my daughter and quickly again at these youths. And instantly I felt a “check” in my own spirit from Him. And I knew that what I was feeling was wrong.

Immediately I bowed and apologized, and earnestly repented for my evil thoughts against these children . . . children whom my Father had given breath; children whom my Father had chosen on purpose to give life. And no matter what they chose to do with the lives He had given, I had no right to the evil I was thinking and feeling.

I looked at them again, and this time I looked with new eyes. I looked with my Father’s eyes. And it was if His Heart came up into my throat. Tears began to swell in the corners of my eyes as I thought, Jesus died for these kids. They had a right to be healthy. For Jesus Himself said, “I have come that you might have life, and have it more abundantly.” John 10:10.

No, I did not want any child to suffer the way my child was suffering.

And then my Darling Friend, The Spirit of Truth, and God of all comfort, did something totally incredible and unexpected. He graciously pulled back the curtains and allowed me to see inside the very life and heart of one of these young men.

And I was privileged to not only hear my Father’s heart, but to feel His heart for these children who were walking around so “healthy in body” but so afflicted in the womb of their souls. I hope you see what I saw, feel what I felt, and become compelled beyond measure to rescue God’s treasure; to do something about their pain and their shame; their skeletons and rebellion; their anger and danger; their masked fears, hopelessness and their smothered tears.

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WHO GIVES A CARE, ANYWAY?

When sleep is no where to be found
And heartache is always around
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you’re a pebble in the sand
And you lose the child to be the man
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When deep inside you feel inept
And sinking fast is you yourself
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you can’t find a single trace
Of a mother’s love or warm embrace
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When your own house is not a home
And the “Dad” you know is called “Alone”
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you don’t know who you really are
And you hide behind the pain, the scars
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you don’t feel the right to dream
And you’ve displaced your self-esteem
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you’re losing grip and cannot cope
And in walks dope disguised as hope
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When no one screams, “Just say nope!”
And foolishly you nurse that “coke”
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When a notorious gang wants to befriend
And make you “family” to the bitter end
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When now at last, you’re on the Top
But it all comes down with one loud Pop!
Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

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Well, what he wore was only red
When someone in blue shot him dead
But Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

I Do!

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