ANYONE CAN BE A VICTIM!

Victims can be of any age, sex, race, culture,
religion, education, employment or marital status.
Although both men and women can be abused, most
victims are women. Children in homes where there
is domestic violence are more likely to be abused
and/or neglected. Most children in these homes know
about the violence. Even if a child is not physically
harmed, they may have emotional and behavior problems.

IF YOU KNOW ANYONE SUFFERING FROM ABUSE:
PLEASE TRY TO HELP THEM GET HELP


Battered Wife



I walked into the church looking straight ahead
With my three little ones in tow
No one but God knows the ache I feel
Or the scarf I wore around my neck till the bruises heal



They're not the first ones, there's been many more
Or my hair pulled and shoved against the wall
Five minutes later he's forgotten it all
No matter to him how hard I fall



I see the crowd but they don’t see me
It’s as if I’m invisible to all around
They’re laughing and talking about happy times
Not one friend to me can be found



How did I get here it took many years
From a childhood I try to forget
The nightmares still come when I am alone
Because the bad times still haunt me yet



I’m going to overcome I keep telling my self
I will hold up my head someday
With all the memories gone and never to return
And my burdens will be moved far away



The humilation that I feel far outweighs the scars
For that will never ever heal
It's etched in my heart forever and a day
With this terrible fear that I feel



I guess I should take my babies and leave
But he'll find me where ever I go
We have plenty food and clothes on our back
What angers him most I don't know



So if you see me don’t think I’m too fine
In this church to join in with the crowd
I just wish I could and be happy at last
Where the laughter is all that’s around



But I have one friend closer than a brother
That is always right by my side
He promised to be there throughout my life
If only in Him I abide



He is my Precious Savior in Heaven
That will take away this stabbing pain
I'll keep my little hand in His big Hand
And sweet Heaven someday I will gain



~*© Raylene Boggs*~ 2002


 

 

 

 

 



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