I can't contain it!

Jesus told me I would leap for Joy!  When your "loved ones" revile you, rebuke you and cast you aside, leap for Joy!  Because you are the one GOD saved.  When you are sexually violated, misused and abused by your own "mother", leap for Joy!

When you are taught to hate yourself, when you are reduced to dust, talked about, ridiculed, scorned and scoffed, leap for Joy!  Be glad you are the one by GOD's Grace that escaped that monster, that succubus, a creature too horrid to know.

I'm praising my Living LORD, prancing and dancing, blessing His Holy Name because He saw fit to save me!  I WAS FOUR YEARS OLD!  I remember it like yesterday.  My "mother" rolled up in the "country" with her brand new husband.  A soldier in Uncle Sam's Army.

Martha was proud of this one.  She didn't like the fact that he was short and crow black with red eyes and pearly white teeth.  But she did like the fact that he worshipped her for the color of her skin.   She was older than he was and much more worldly.  He would not get away like that last one, that blind one that had too much sense.

I was four years old,but I knew.  I knew in my spirit that they were two buzzards.  I knew her coming to get us, to snatch us away for the only person that ever truly loved us, was motivated by something other than the sudden "motherly love" she professed.

Could I see the sick lust in their eyes?  Was it because she always secretly mistreated me (us) when no one was looking?  GOD saved me.  My grandfather had no other choice but pack our little cardboard suit case as she dictated.  I know now she really thought she was smart, brilliant, cunning, clever.  Put on a sanctified act, holler "Lawd! Lawd! dese dumb n***** will nevah know the difference!"  Do your dirt all week long but be sure you go to church every Sunday to fool your "simple daddy".  Go with your hand stuck out.  Be greedy, never get enough of any man's money.  Trick your mentally infirm son back into your lair.  Rob him of his SSI check every month.  You are 86 but you still gamble.  You are addicted.  You need his money to play with, to waste.  "He ain't got no sense."  You made sure of that.  (he-he-he-he-he-he)  Keep him "rooted", keep him broken, his mind is putty in your hands.  "You bed not tell'um either!"

Martha has put on the best saved, sanctified Christian act for 86 years.  She talked the talked but never walked the walk.  Too corrupt, too carnal, too wicked and too dumb to know Jesus.  Thought she was the smartest most devious woman in the world.  Thought she had some real power,  thought every one would believe her notorious lies and fear her forever.

You messed up when you picked on me.  I am the wrong one to mess with.  You messed up when you MURDERED Jerome Walters.  You picked a mighty man of GOD.  You picked a saint after GOD's own heart.  He has the fruit, he has the legacy.  You are standing on lies and your piles of "goofer dust".

You know you look like a primitive fool out of a Tarzan movie, don't you?  I remember you on your knees, on a grave with a kerosene lantern at midnight.  You can never erase that image from my brain.  I may have feared you. I may have been terrified to tell for all these years.  But, I'm telling now.

You didn't have to MURDER your father.  He was 84!   You hated him for always telling you the truth.  You hated everyone that called you a whore.  You were a WHORE, you whore!  He never called you a whore.  He simply said; "My granddawthur ain't no such a woman as you."  Which I wasn't.  It was Providence that let granddaddy over hear you telling me : " What you assing me for five dollars fa' a book fa?  You sittin' on a goldmine!"

My grandfather always said ; "The truth will make you fighting mad or shouting glad!"
I am shouting glad today! Praise the LORD!