Dear Heavenly Father

Dear Heavenly Father,

   Bless this pen and guide my right hand.  

Nothing is hidden. My flesh bears the scars of your mercy and i remember the chastening foretold in the words written by the Prophets of old.  

Dear Heavenly Father guide my right hand and judge my heart.. 

Let my words bear the Fruit of all my works . i seek God while I am living. I am not wise to declare myself confident as those who are "saved" .  

In my days i see the words and i understand what is written and read the words that are not taught . .

 So much more than I can ever truly understand beyond my own personal experiences .  

 As a child i was thrown out to the wolves by my country.. a child without a state. There is no mercy for the children. 

No laws of men bring JUSTICE to the most precious and innocent of all humanity.  

Dear Heavenly Father, i see you stretching forth your hand.. 

 As my ongoing request for mercy, on behalf of all the children that man has enslaved... ,

Still remains denied by the ever changing leaders of every nation, tribe, club , and clan. 

This unGodly business of bills and acts, 

Amendments for one and all ..    

 As it was written before of an unfinished wall.. 

     

Let this be published unmovable and unchangeable. 

Let this be a warning for the many ,  

Let this be a comfort for those few who are set apart to understand. 

My request has become Gods demand. 

 I was trafficked under the disguise of protection, in the best interest of the greedy and most powerful men. 

 historical documentation is written by the most educated . These are ignorant fools. 

Counting the numbers of thousands of children who are now being trafficked as slaves. Just in the capital city of my own state.. thousands every month.    

 Counted as trafficked and not one child is seen nor saved? 

 Where are the children these scholars are counting?   

Incomplete data from research shows statistical analysis of those with blind eyes teaching to those with deaf ears. 

I am the child who was counted , yet unaccounted for.  

I am the child that was not missingnorfound. . We are the children who God has prepared for today. 

 For today we are no longer a children. 

 Today I stand here a full grown woman who saw what I was given to see. I heard what I was to hear.  

My innocence was stolen and i was left with a great fear .    

I battled the unseen and God hid this seed in my heart.. 

As i endured enslavement and overcome my fear.. 

God stretches forth his hand..

And gathers his children from across the seas and from every corner in every land.  

The walls will fall. 

The children will stand. 

These are things given to me for today. 

God prepared for my today, and God prepares for the children's tomorrow .

    These are my books of remembrance.  

Again and again it is written.  

    

                                 C. L. Ford