I was once the alienated child, Lost in shadows, wandering wild. I didn’t know the love I missed ‘Til pain drew me to Gods tenderness. I grew into a mother—wounded, torn, With three daughters from whom I mourn. Lies and loss built walls so high, But still, I lift my hands to the sky. Then came the truth—clear as flame God’s not just watching…He feels the same. He’s the original targeted Parent, too. Rejected by the ones He knew. “Oh God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” Even Christ cried out in agony. Yet, He forgave, and so must we— That’s the door to being free. Some alienate, some walk away, Some live in pain day after day… But here’s the truth I’ve come to see God’s love still calls to you and me. Truth rises like oil to the water eventually, And His Spirit whispers so gently. We’re all His children—scarred and flawed, But every soul still moves the heart of God. My testimony isn’t clean or neat, But it’s real, raw, and on repeat. I’ve failed. I’ve fallen. I’ve cried at night. But I stand now, by His blood and light. “They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb And the word of their testimony…” That’s why I speak. That’s why I share. To show someone out there—Gods still there. We don’t wrestle with flesh and blood, But powers that try to block His love. Expose the dark, Ephesians 511— Because the truth is the gate to heaven. If you’ve ever felt too far to be found, Or unworthy of turning life around— Hear this now You’re still His child. And He’s been chasing you all the while. This is the Victim Prevention Project—a call to see[outro][Instrumental Interlude][fadeout][end]

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