the Hope of Survivors

Who Would Like to Now Confess? by Debra C. Rufini (2014)

Jeanny lost in emptiness.
Heading nowhere to rid her mess.
Hatred in the world, but promise on the board;
Trust, & find peace in the Lord.
The Spirit is alive amen!

Here in the body everyone finds rest.
Jesus died so we can live.
Who would like to now confess?
Jeanny leaps up from her chair
Saved by her salvation prayer.
This is your new family,
welcome to a life set free.

The Spirit is alive amen!
Here in the body everyone finds rest.
No going back, this is where you belong.
Live your life in faithfulness.

Pastor Sam will speak today.
Trust in what he has to say.
A righteous man will speak no wrong.
Doubt him, & your faith is gone.

He shook his Bible in his firm right hand.
His pale blue suit covered a handsome man.
Assurance in The Word & his piercing brown eyes;
My prosperous plans won’t harm your lives.

The Spirit is alive amen!
Here in the body everyone finds rest.
Go in peace, in joy, in love
& may you all be richly blessed.

Now Jeanny’s life was never shamed
kept pure what no man had stained.
Man will be man, of world or of the cloth
Preaching love or preaching wrath.

The Spirit is alive amen!
Here in the body EVERYONE finds rest.
Free by the law when unconfessed.
By your Lord, you’ve guiltiness.
Speak of this, you newly saved soul.
Speak of this, they still won’t know.

Remember my sermon bout the enemy?
Blame him, don’t blame God or me.
Jeanny can’t join us in praise.
Our Sister’s loss, our respect pays.
Suicide, we know is sin.
And sometimes Satan has to win.

We know she was pretty, & we know we all fall.
We know that the holiest sometimes fight God’s call.
So let’s bow our heads in prayer, & let’s try to understand.
And if you could for me, would you bow them in the sand?

The Spirit is alive amen!
Here in the body, well...most of us find rest.
Let’s thank God for all our lives
& let’s thank God for forgiveness.

No-one feels the sorrow if they’re only getting caught.
Repentance comes when conscience is fought.
Close your eyes, & you’ll see fear.
Pastor Sam, it’s Jeanny in your ear.

When you dream your nightmares, I’ll be running through your head.
When you recall my downstair’s tightness, & remember how I bled.
When you preach against abortion, I’ll be stood here with your son.
When you preach of sin & caution, God will block you when you run.
When you preach of Hell & torture, it’s waiting here for you.
Your magic prayer will falter - words alone won’t get you through.

The Spirit is alive amen!
Here in this body, everyone finds rest
Jesus died so we can live.
Who would like to now confess?

The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart...Psalms 34:18