Borrowed Truth

borrowed this poem from a truly amazing woman who I have never met. She is the wife of a sweet man who sat in as FSD where I work. He does not know my story. I was never able to witness to him of the sinful life I led for 52 years of my life. How by the Grace of God I began to have a blessed life.
My pastor’s wife and I were talking a few weeks ago at a women’s conference about being born-again. Not really wanting to be witnessing some of the ugly truth, I skipped to the part of my alter call being on my birthday which happened to be Easter that year and how it just blew me away to realize after the deed was done what I had actually done and the significance of that day. After looking at me for a moment, Kelly asked me why did I go up front that day. I told her I was not sure why.
After a few days went by, I thought, well, isn’t this is cute? If a sinner was to ask me why me? Why did I go and ask the Lord to accept me into His world, that certainly wasn't the appropriate answer.
I don’t know.
Right.
Oh yeah, I have said other things, like I knew I could have a better life. I knew He would convict me and heal me of my 38 years of addictions to cocaine, speed, cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana.
I knew He was going to change my lustful life.
I knew I would no longer be living the sinful life I was running away from.
But I was struggling with answering Kelly’s question, and I wanted to give her an answer without going into all the horrible stuff I did.
I spoke to the Lord about an answer.
I have been speaking to the Lord for a specific word or words to describe why.
Well,
God is Good.

I was blessed with the Lord having this talented lady, Oliver's wife Peg, answer my prayer by unknowingly writing about my life.

Thank you Jesus,
Thank you Peg, for allowing me to share.
this is what Peg wrote
it is called:

Little Girl’s Dream

She danced with her father, for the first time that day
Tiptoe on shoe tops, they swirled and they swayed.
Smiles and laughter, her arms stretched up high.
Her hair swinging and swaying, her heart swelled with pride.
The world faded away, it was just daddy and his girl,
He dipped her, and swung her and he helped her to twirl.
She was in her glory, her heart filled with cheer,
She spent time with her father and held him so near.
Deep in the heart of every girls dreams
Is the wish to dance with her daddy, to see his face beam.



Another girl cries, her dreams fade to black
Her daddy is gone and he’s not coming back.
No one to dance with, no smile on her face
No reason to dress up with silk and with lace.
She grows up to wonder what it would have been like,
To have danced with her daddy when she was a tyke.
She looks to others, her heart torn in two
"Please fill in the spaces, please make my heart new."
Time after time, she reaches out for some care
She grows old and bitter, no dreams does she dare.



Hurt, bruised and defeated, she goes on with her life
Through trials and toils, she goes on in the strife.
Looking for someone to see through her pain
Someone to love her, to give her hope once again.
Confused and defeated she walks into His place
She thought she’d find quiet, a break from the race.
Instead she found cheering, dancing and glee
And silently she wondered, could this be for me?
Waiting and praying, she sat in her chair
"Lord, will You meet me if I go up there?"



Soon she stood and moved to the altar to pray
She knew in an instant her life changed that day.
As she neared the sacred place, she was lifted on air
Her heart filled with love, for nothing else did she care.
She danced with her Father, her arms stretched up high
Her hair swinging and swaying, her heart swelled with pride.
The world faded away, it was just Daddy and his girl,
He dipped her, and swung her and He helped her to twirl.
She was in her glory, her heart filled with cheer,
She spent time with her Father and held Him so near