The impacts broken both my knees
- JAM
- Apr 30, 2016
- 2 min read
In high school, I introduced one of my good girl friends to my of my guy friends that went to another school. They fell madly in love. She waited for him while he was on his mission and they were quickly married upon his return.
I lost touch with them after the wedding. Some years later, I met her out of the blue and asked her how they were. The tears in her eyes initiated a conversation about so much pain and heartache. She cried as she told me about his decent into madness. How the verbal abuse started after the honeymoon and the beatings began shortly after their first child was born. He had trapped her financially, emotionally and physically.
She said that she spent so much time praying to God for help that her knees hurt. She cried out in mighty prayer "God help me!"
She eventually was able to leave and begin a different chapter of her life. More happiness, more love and a close personal relationship with her God.
Her God. My God
When I first heard this song, I had a hard time with the lyrics. Not because of the subject matter, but for a phrase in the song we in the church do not use out of respect. You will never hear a member say, "oh my God" in casual conversation as a retort or as punctuation. Never. We truly believe in not taking his name in vain. We revere Him too much.
But, in this song, she is not using the phrase as an empty gesture. She is using it just as my friend did. In a cry for help. Calling out to God for release from the bruises and the pain. Calling out to God as fresh fire engulfs her. Oh, my god save my soul.
Just as my friend found escape, help and peace, the next song on the album provides the love she received from her call for help. Her prayer. I almost always listen to the songs together to remind me you go through one to get to the other.
You're not alone. Close as the two of us. Stronger than the pain runs through us. You can hear the angels say. You're not alone.
Let truth love you in loving arms tonight.
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