when i was in Prison. They kept me in the lock down ward. it means rather than endure being housed with 120 women, that i was in a room alone. in that ward there were only 15 women in separate rooms, and you can only see into the day room through a small window in the steel door, it had a slot, that you would put your hands behind your back and they would handcuff you, It's called a cuff board. and food trays were passed through there.you could shower everyday, and privileges to be in the day room had to be earned with good behavior. I knew i did not want to go down to the minimum holding with the violent and obnoxious white haters -black women prostitutes and petty thieves carjackers, mostly crack whores from tacoma,mean haters. besides they always sent me here first due to my mental health needs, meds and drs pyschiatric services. I met many women there but the place was tormenting and to keep my sanity, and block out the crying and insults loudly flying, i found my singing calmed all of them.This song especially you see I love My God,He is the same God, as he has always been to me,and i have written songs about him, and a song to His Son. I am in love with Michael. He really is who you know you were taught, but i know it because he is with me now and for all time.I was born as a compliment of him, and yes, this is a test, will you accept me for who and what I am. I need Love, I have seen it here. I was born 53 years ago, but like Jesus, i did not know who and what i was...not at baptism, not at partaking, but when a powerful being throws you to the ground and you cannot get up...you will have to know, that it is not nessasarily God. i had to obey.. and what he asked me to do, i did. he wanted me to obey my husband as unto the lord. It was good advice, he was making me ready, for what changed my entire life. I met the Lord Jesus through my husband you see, and by obey this satan worshiper i could see the difference between the satan in there and when the lord was in there. I left him no choice because i refused to believe anything i saw or heard, he needed to help me, and i needed to let him help me....where was Jehovah, allowing this to go on i wondered knowing that someday i would understand it all. It takes many years and many different ways for a person to learn about what they really are made of. I want to be accepted, i want to be heard. i was called an apostate for it, but it is written in the bible and it is about me.
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