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Internal Scars

Updated on July 27, 2013

So Many Roads to Choose

Which one will you take?
Which one will you take? | Source

My Dear Soldier

My dear soldier, come on home

God's ready to meet us, even when we roam.

We all fall down sometimes, in this evil land

Satan wants to break us, anyway he can.

You couldn't know the sadness I feel,

Brother, friend of mine.

Open up your heart again

He'll pour in you new wine.

You certainly will be made new,

He will understand.

Jesus wants to help you up,

Just give Him your heart and hand.

There's nothing in this whole wide world,

That can take His place.

He's not just full of mercy

He longs to pour out grace.

So give him any bitterness

Your pain, your hurt, your sin.

Let the Spirit melt your heart,

Then let Jesus in.

He'll make you a much stronger man

Stronger than before.

You'll need to make a choice

Just open up the door.

He'll take the time to talk with you

If you talk to Him.

You just might be surprised at how

You can run the race and win.

Then you will look back and see

Just how far you've come.

And you'll be quite thankful

For all that He has done.

Then you can pass on His love

To all your other friends.

And to share the healing

You couldn't comprehend.

Yes He will be right there with you

To weather every storm.

He wants to guide and comfort you

His wings will keep you warm.

You'll stay by Him forever

And let His will be done.

And you will know the joy He feels

Because of your return.

Even though there's many lessons

Every one of us must learn.

Then we can walk together, reaching up to Him

And He will forgive us for each and every sin.

Never to forsake again

The Father that we love.

Look to Him for everything

He's watching from above.

Watiting for His soon return

Surrendered totally.

Serving Jesus everyday,

Now and eternally.


I wrote this poem for a friend of mine, who was active in ministry with me in my early years as a Christian.

He was a powerful witness for the Lord, caring deeply for homeless people and those who had been in prison. He prayed for people and they were touched and healed.

There was never any doubt that there was a tremendous call on his life from our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He knew it, and had been saved in prison, so he understood some things.

His last song, "Help Me Never Forget" was his testimony, of the darkness he had been rescued from. He was a loving man, completely transformed by the love of Christ

In our recovery group, he was one the most often requested leaders and speakers. Christ's presence filled the room when he talked and when he prayed.

Then at some desperate point, he made an irreversible choice. He left all the support, love, and encouragement from his healthy circle of friends and went back searching into his past for comfort. He chose to go no further on the healing road. None of us could know or understand what was in his heart when he disappeared.

Somewhere, in a weak time, he was overcome by the world's false message, tempted by the enemy of his soul and drawn away back into the lifestyle he once had been delivered from. He moved away from everything that was being renewed, and surrendered to despair and defeat for no real reason except that it was work to stay sober.

He died in that place, alone, after using excessive cocaine, I was told when I was enroute to my new destination in Colorado and as much as I loved and cared about my brother, it shook me to the core.

Each of us has free will, to decide where we will walk, how we will walk and with whom it is safe to walk. We think we know ourselves, but the propensity for sin and destruction can be lurking right around the corner. When we we aren't aware of the state of our heart, when we are not guided by the Holy Spirit, we can find ourselves in the most dangerous places.

Conversely, even when we do think we know the course we are on, we can become so proud that we think we can, or we must be the masters of our own destiny. Clearly, we need outher people in our lives who see our blind side, our weak spots, and will have the courage to confront us where we need to be confronted.

His wife called me, and I couldn't believe it. The music he had written over the years had touched my heart deeply and helped me heal. It did the same for many others.

Passing through Glenwood Springs canyon at the time, I chose to pull off next to the river and stop. I sat down on a rock, with the tears flowing, and penned this.

It embodies my heart of prayer for him when I first heard of his departure from fellowship. It also speaks to every person who falls and thinks they can't get back up again. Just like me.

So, my friend Don, I just want to say I miss you, and I am sorry you chose to miss out on all of us growing, loving, and learning to live for real. Ironically, it was you (and Monica) who took me in when I had nowhere else to go, and showed me what love looked like.


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      SimpleGiftsofLove 5 years ago from Colorado

      Dear Vincent, Your words are treasured in my heart. Comments from you, as I have read on many hubs, are wisdom, grace, and life-filled. I thank you for the encouragement and hope your words infused to my spirit. Your life is so deep and your thoughts meaningful. Your writing is exceptional. You have been my silent mentor, yesterday, I actually thought how much you have to offer this world as I read your comments on another hub. Blessings, healing and joy to you this day and forever more!

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      Vincent Moore 5 years ago

      What a heavy heart story of love to your friend and tribute to him. I know he smiled when he saw you pen these words from above as God ministered and the Angels sung. Your acts of kindness will never go unheard. Your friend like many have slid back and so did I for a spell.

      Although not drug related, depression had severely set in when I was divorced from a family. Through much pain and transition I slowly healed, yet not fully. I stay strong and writing about my pasts open my soul to share. Many have commented over time that my words were healing to them. I am blessed and thankful that my creator sent my Muse to me to save me from where I was heading.

      You must press on towards the mark, stay positive, keep loving your fellowman/woman/child with all your heart and soul. For without kindness, goodness will not follow. Peace and blessings to you my gifted scribe and poet.

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      Judy Specht 6 years ago from California

      Amen. Beautiful hub.

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      SimpleGiftsofLove 6 years ago from Colorado

      Thank you cleaner3, appreciate the feedback! Have a great day!

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      cleaner3 6 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      Words of praise are always uplifting.

      Thank You,great work.

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      SimpleGiftsofLove 6 years ago from Colorado

      Thank you time2rite. It was from my heart!

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      time2rite 6 years ago from Navarre, Fl, USA

      Beautiful words of encouragement, SimpleGiftsofLove. Thank you for sharing your story and poem hub with us; it's very touching.