Ten Tousand Nine Hundred And Sixty Days

He heals the broken hearted. And binds up their wounds...The Lord supports the afflicted, He brings down the wicked to the ground. Psalm 147:3

Some months back I was holding an open house for a client to sell their townhouse. My client, the husband, had talked to me earlier about their marriage. He had mentioned his wife had been abused when she was younger by an uncle. They had been married five years and she had never told anyone. She had never dealt with her anger, told anyone or sought help. This anger had become a cancerous tumor and out of this anger she had entered into a lesbian relationship. As I sat in the townhouse I saw a book on the nightstand dealing with abuse and healing. As I glanced through it I heard the words " There is nothing about the healing power of Jesus Christ in this book. Something is missing in her healing process."

By the end of the day I had written this song. I realized it had taken her thirty years to start the healing process. I gave her this song and a card and we talked about Christ. She now has begun to attend her Aunt's bible study and I know she is receiving the healing that only Christ can give.

Ten Thousand Nine Hundred And Sixty Days

You don't know what you took from me.
I've got broken childhood dreams.
Walls built up that may never come down.
Unable to trust anyone it seems.

There's a rage deep inside that I fight everyday
and questions that nobody hears.
I hang with my Friends
and their plastic red smiles
but inside I fight back the tears.

And my Lord is now the solution.
A door to walk through the pain.
I know that God is the answer.
He brings rainbows after the rain.

And His love is everlasting.
I know it is more than enough.
I am finding my little girl smile
I no longer have to be tough.

I tell myself I was dreaming.
That it never happened to me.
But the nightmares I fight
in the middle of the night
let's me know it was more than it seems.

The evidence has faded like blue jeans,
a command to never tell the story.
A cry, a touch in the middle of the night,
and a voice that just says "I'm sorry."

And my Lord is now the solution.
A door to walk through the pain.
I know that God is the answer.
He brings rainbows after the rain.

And His love is everlasting.
I know it is more than enough.
I am finding my little girl smile.
I no longer have to be tough.

Ten thousand nine hundred and sixty days
is exactly what I had to live.
To wrap my arms around Jesus,
and take all the love He could give.