Category: Poetry

Words of Woe


(May trigger- be safe)


By Diana Rasmussen
(from a long ago, faraway place)

Your love fills me up,Lord;
Your light it shines through,
This tomb of darkness –
but oh, what is true?

For in the fires of hell Lord,
Alone I won’t go;
Please just protect me –
From his words of woe.

Keep me safe from harm Jesus,
As he chases me around,
Not a moment of peace,
When his anger abounds.

My children are crying
all over again.
They’ll be up late tonight,
Lord, will it ever end?

Help me show them
Your love Lord in spite
of the chaos,confusion,
and fighting ’round here.

You Lord are constant;
my peace in the storm.
Your words don’t tear down –
get me out of this place.

I hold onto Your Word  Lord –
my strength and my shield;
but re-light your Spirit,
he’s blowing again!


Copyright 2013 Diana Rasmussen

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Cycle of Pain

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By Diana Rasmussen  (from a long ago faraway place)

I’m tired of screaming, getting told to “F” you,
I’m tired of crying as his face turns blue.
His anger is killing me, from the one ‘supposed to love;
My life is shriveling, as he stamps his foot to the ground.

How long Lord, how long? Must I go around and around?
My hope has run out, and love went to hide.
My faith is now shivering, fear is all around;
Will it ever be over? Or will I die in this place?

Pushed way beyond anger, to numbness alone;
I’m falling again Lord, as he shoves his words down.
He calls me a b***h, says he’s leaving again,
Only two seconds later, asks “can we start over again?”

To which words do I cling? I’m losing my mind!
He respects not my time, my space, or my wants.
Time-outs don’t matter when your time’s not your own.
How long must I endure this endless cycle of pain?

You’ve given me freedom Lord, then why can’t he see;
That I am not his property?
My hope is in You Lord, You alone do I trust,
For You only are faithful, and You give me rest.

You’ve made me Your own Lord, I’m sealed by your kiss,
But Your Spirit he squelches, he just can’t resist.
My prayer for him Lord, is that You heal his rage;
Please do it quickly, I’m trapped in his cage.

Power and Control

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You Are With Me

You are with me

You are with me in the fire,
You are with me in the flood,
You are with me in the desert,
I put my trust in You.

I enter into Your story,
what You are already doing.
I trust you Lord to make things right;
Instead of trying to be right on my own.

I sit down in Your presence,
Spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
maker of Heaven and Earth.


Psalm 121  A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains — where does my help come from?

 My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.

 He will not let your foot slip — he who watches over you will not slumber;

 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you — the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life;

the Lord will watch over your coming and going

both now and forevermore.


Dear Lord,
Watch over us; keep us from all harm;  protect us from the evil one.  You are the shade at our right hand. 

Thank you Lord that even when we look back in sadness, we are not alone.  You are right there beside us.

Thank you Lord that you never leave us nor forsake us –  even on the dark and dreary days, in Jesus’ Name.

Let Me In (Trigger Warning)

DAILY PROMPT: Ode to a Playground

A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

(I took a few liberties with this one, my playground was not a physical place, it was in my mind)

LET ME IN (A poem from a long ago, far away place; by D Rasmussen)

On a dead-end street in any town
Lies an old condemned building.
With pieces falling all around.

The windows are cracked,
And the doors off of the hinge.
Wind blows through the holes,
And the roof is coming down.

Crouched in the corner,
Peeking around the side wall,
Is a fearful young child,
Feeling so small.

She’s locked in her prison,
can’t find her way out;
can’t see past fear and pain,
Yet she holds her hand out.

She calls for her Savior,
Jesus is His name,
He came to her table,
And fed her His Name.

She asks “why’d you come here,
Why would you want to be here?
He says “Don’t you worry,
Just rest as I care.”


He asks her, “But how can I feed you, if you won’t sit down?
How can I wash you, if you won’t slow down?
How can I give to you, if you won’t let go?
And how can I lead you, if you won’t follow?”

He says” I’m sitting here waiting, you invited me in,
Now come to my arms, and let me in.
I’ll make up the difference, shower you with my grace,
If only child, you would look at my face.”

So on that day the little girl came out of her prison,
And came to the Father, holding the Son’s hand.
He led her out of her darkness and pain,
And into the light, a new life, a new land.

The old building He demo’d,
no need for it now,
He delivered her to freedom,
and He took down the walls.

Make the Wrong Things Right

“Make the Wrong Things Right”

My Prayer/Song for You:


Our prayers are like a battering ram, bringing deliverance to the land.

No more murder or abuse, we call forth deliverance.

Set the captives free, tear down the lies of the enemy.

Turn the darkness into light, and make the wrong things right.


Let The Word of the Lord prevail, He alone can tip the scales.

Shake the mountains & rend the heavens,

Lord release Your deliverance.

Turn the darkness into light, and make the wrong things right.


We pray for the weak ones crying in the night,

We pray for the speechless looking for Your light.

We pray for the children who have never known love.

Turn the darkness into light, and make the wrong things right.


Arise, O Lord!
O God, lift up Your hand!
Do not forget the humble.

Why do the wicked renounce God?
He has said in his heart,
“You will not require an account.”

But You have seen, for You observe trouble and grief,
To repay it by Your hand.
The helpless commits himself to You;
You are the helper of the fatherless.
Break the arm of the wicked and the evil man;
Seek out his wickedness until You find none.

 The Lord is King forever and ever;
The nations have perished out of His land.
Lord, You have heard the desire of the humble;
You will prepare their heart;
You will cause Your ear to hear,
To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed,
That the man of the earth may oppress no more. 

 (Psalm 10:12-18 NKJV)

Broken and Lost


by Diana Rasmussen

We are the broken and lost,

the survivors of abuse.

We hide behind the horror,

of what’s been done to us.

You’d never believe our stories,

if we opened up at all.

The horror and abandonment,

as we watched our lives just fall.

What happened to our laughter?

Where did our hope hide out?

We walk around like ghosts,

who haven’t found a home.

The night is getting darker,

Some days we feel so small.

We want a helping hand,

Can someone shine some light?

I know you hate him too God,

The enemy who stole my life.

You rescued me from his grip,

but can you bandage up these scars


He will rescue the poor when they cry to him;

    he will help the oppressed, who have no one to defend them.

He feels pity for the weak and the needy,

    and he will rescue them.

He will redeem them from oppression and violence,

    for their lives are precious to him. (Psalm 72:12-14 NLT)


Dear Lord,

I pray that you would rescue all of the children/adults who have been abused.  Yes Lord, I am asking for ALL of them.  You came to earth to “do good and heal ALL”; so I am asking Lord. 

You know what happened.  It was not their fault.  They are innocent. Rescue them physically, and then heal the emotional and spiritual wounds as only You can. 

Redeem all of them Lord, for they are precious to You, and to me too.

Starting Over

STARTING OVER:  DP Writing Challenge

(This was written when the kids and I were staying at a YWCA Shelter for Domestic Violence)


by Diana Rasmussen

We are the shelter women, running fast and far away,

For he’s stalking us again, and we are on the run.

We are starting over, trying not to live the past.

We come from every walk of life, every nation every tribe.

We carry around our stories, of how we almost died.

We know there is a God, Christ Jesus is His Name,

He protects and keeps our families, only now without a dad.

We move from town to town, as he stalks our every move,

Police, Court, and Restraining Orders, the truth we have to prove.

Yet one day Lord, and soon I hope, You promised we’d be free.

Can we come now? Just let us in, Eternity to see.

Where no more tears, and no more pain, will ever touch us there.

Hurry Lord, please save us now, before he finds us here.

(If you, or someone you know needs help, please visit the YWCA)