My Sweet LORD!

Jesus is MY HOMEBOY!  Or where or where would I be without My Sweet LORD! World when you have NO  one, when you can't trust the female that birthed you, it is over! "Go kill yourself.",  so the evil doer thinks, advises.

Not so! Not for one second. My LORD always keeps a ram in the bushes!

I'm over here so excited I can't write it down,can't  tell it on paper,  fast enough.  I was still in my twenties, fine as wine, driving my mother's long , white-on-white-in-white Sedan deVille Cadillac , back to Atlanta.  [My mother was always so sweet, letting me keep her exquisite cars to profile in.]

I was on I-20 East, cruising by Fort Gordon , Georgia, the scene of Martha's deepest treacheries deeds against my character,  another one of her malicious attempts to force me into captivity. The image those two buzzards planted in my head can never be erased.  I have never been able to trek by that exit sign on I-20 without sobbing. 

The radio was on and I'm sure I was toking on a joint my oldest brother gave me. Yes, I had a huge sack of weed in the back seat, just open, in public view. [Youth? Stupidity? or Defiance?]

Suddenly,  Jesus just started talking to me, advising me, warning me.  I was blow away, so blown away,  I listened; "Dawthur you be careful! Someone is watching you, preparing to rip you off. Be careful, they may kill you!"

So upset, so startled , I called my mother, shared the experience with her.  She poo-pooed it of course. Reminded me of how poor and broke my black ass was, always begging, always expecting her to bail my lame, hard-luck-black-nigger-bastard-ass out.  She gave me a nick name; "Wid yo'broke ass!"  

I agreed that I was tripping. 

It was exactly two weeks later, I drive up to my apartment and can hear my brand new Gil Scott Heron album  blasting.  "Angel Dust" was what the miscreant was playing on  my stereo . It took me much longer to get my door open because my dead bolt was on, something I never bothered to lock.

For one moment time stood still.  For one moment I felt the LORD Jesus Christ again. [HE]SURROUNDED ME! HELD MY HAND! TOLD THAT IMP NO!  Just as my door opened some tall long legged man was fleeing my apartment with my stuff. My .38 H&R pistol , loaded with hollow point bullets, all the money I kept hidden in my Bible,  all my sterling silver jewelry, and MY DRUGS!  

I had more highly addictive narcotics than any pharmacy thanks to my sweet mother.  I was addicted to Valium! {But my dumb, lame ass took them by the directions. LOL!]

I went cold turkey off of the Valium!

"GOD is good,  all the time, all the time,  GOD is good!"

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"