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Scantily clad

With darkened eyes

And ruby red lips

She walked the streets

Luring men to destruction

A stolen childhood

With shattered innocence

As a young girl

She needed protection

But sad to say

This was never an option

What did her daddy do?

What did he put her through?

Young and naïve

He burned a hole through her heart

Tender and delicate

She finally escaped

Her body was used

For financial gain

As she believed the lies

Given to her

By selfish men

Her beauty was used

While she was abused

Then she turned to the Lord

And He made her whole again

Every tear was wiped away

She saw the light

At the end of the tunnel

Peace and love filled her heart

She was never the same

Restoration and healing

Repaired her broken soul

And no longer in her heart

Was there ever a hole.

Written By: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2012



As a young boy endures

Endless taunts and constant mockery

Vengeance he seeks

Fashioning himself with hoodlum garb

Devilish marks paint his arms

Along he goes with the young toughs

Parading himself among them

His wounded heart seeks to destroy

As acceptance becomes his aim

Respect was all he needed

But hatred was all he got

Love was lost as a young adolescent

As tongues of poison pierced within

His apparel was cheap

As his mother had struggled

And sacrificed all day long

His skin was dark

And his features were foreign

And this had brought about judgement

Then he felt the Lord

Healing his wounds

And making his face all wet

The community could now

Rest in peace

For he was no longer a threat.

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2012



With bows and arrows

They hunted

With cleverness

They fished

With gracefulness

They danced

Faces painted

With crowns and feathers

The drums are beating

As you hear

The mysterious sounds

Of rhythm and melody

These were the cultures

Of this great land.

Both rich and intriguing

Lo and behold

The fairs ones have arrived

Greed and arrogance

Grip their hearts

With deadly weapons

They steal their land

This is ours

Is what they say

Times have past

What has happened

To the future generations?

A struggle it is

To keep their old ways

How much harm

Can the fair ones inflict?

As a multitude

Of cultures

Becomes ravished

This land was theirs

But it was stolen

Their ancient ways

Virtually depleted

Restoration is needed

Change is essential

You can modernize the world

But at what cost?

You can explore new lands

But whom will you harm?

Enough is enough

As the people lose their roots

And the tribal ways become vanished

For once it’s gone

It’s gone

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2012



Days went by

And things got worse

Maybe you were born

With a serious curse

It was you they picked on

It was you they harassed

And all you wanted

Was to finish class

You plunged down deep

Into despair

And maybe you wondered

Does anyone care?

You overdosed

On so many pills

Part of it was

That words can kill

You suffered from


When all you wanted

Was an education

You finally died

Through suffocation

And your painful story

Has alerted the nation

You hated your life

You wanted to die

And all you could do

Was cry and cry

It did not work

As you swallowed bleach

As an end to it all

Seemed out of reach

Things got so bad

No matter what you tried

And all you could think of

Was suicide

You were caring and sensitive

So I’ve read

But it’s so unfortunate

That now you’re dead

Rest in peace

Amanda Todd

Now you are in heaven

Now you’re with God

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2012



This is the intersection of humans defeated.
Their eyes are dead, their lifeforce depleated.
Men, made in the image of God, are dying.
Why did they give up?
What made them quit trying?

I have not walked in their weary shoes as such,
I am an observer and not their judge.

I smell the falsehood of their intoxication.
Bottled anesthetic,
Tools from the master of deception.

Look, see, the angry crimson cuts and bruises.
The remnants of unremembered nights gone by.
I hear their laboured breathing, their moans and sighs.

Oh Lord I smell urine, I see brown stained fingers.
This sadness will not leave me,
It remains and lingers.

Father these are the lost and the unlovable,
the forsaken, forgotten and the untouchable.
Was it not for these that the Son of man , died?

These strays,
The victims of Satans funfilled lies.
Who will jump into the mud to pull them out?

Who in this concrete wilderness is to herald and shout? "MAKE WAY FOR ONE WHO'S LOVE CAN SAVE"

Oh hear you lost ones that exist in this cold, hard and grey cement.


Let them drink from living waters at the fountain of LIFE.
Look down with compassion Jesus
and free them from their heavy yoke and their Strife.

Written by:  Marion Garbe

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 1985

Your Blood


Your Blood
My hatred
My anger
And the foulest words
I ever spoke
Were no match
Against your blood
No matter how deep
Was the filth of my sin
No matter how evil
Was my blackened heart
Nothing was a match
Against your blood
No words can describe
The penetrating power
And the enormous strength
That was found
In your blood
The sins of the world
And the weight of it all
Washed away
By one man
Whatever it is
Jealousy, hatred
Greed, lying
Stealing, adultery
As strong as it seems
It’s power was destroyed
By your blood

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2022

Fatherless Girls


Fatherless girls
The yearning continues
As desperately they roam
From lover to lover
The unfulfilled void
The dissatisfaction
Is like a bottomless pit
Extending and never ending
Lo and behold
A man knocks at the door
And he says,
Whoever drinks of the living water
Will never thirst
Like a thirsty vagabond
In an arid desert
They receive what is offered
Although fatherless
The yearning ends
The roaming ceases
The void is fulfilled
The living water
Quenches the thirst
Rejuvenating the soul
Refreshing the heart
Young and vulnerable
They are no longer prey
As the search is over

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2022

The Lost & Lonely Soul


The lost and lonely soul
With clouds above
Drenched in darkness
Craves the light
The light that is shone
From far above
In a faraway land
A child is born
In a desolate place
A child mourns
Loneliness pierces his mind
But a faint flicker of light
Is like rain
Pouring down
And watering the soul
Quenching the thirst
Deep within desolate places
The heart is renewed
The mind is made fresh
The soul is filled with joy

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2022

You Knock At The Door


You knock at the door
And I answer
How can I possibly
Turn you away
After all you’ve done?
You knew me
And all the hurts and pain
Were clearly visible
Before your eyes
You saw the tears
You saw the anguish
You saw the depths
Of my deepest sorrows
You saw what happened
And all the effects
In a darkened world
Your light was shining
In a world of hate
Your love stood out
You were there
Through thick and thin
And when I asked
Why me?
Little did I realize
That pain is the moulder
Of the loveliest pots

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2022

You Were There All Along


You knew me
You saw me
You heard me
You felt me
Every thought that I had
Every emotion I felt
Every tear I cried
You were there
Looking down
As you saw the bruises
The sadness, the misery
Drowning in my sin
A heart blackened
With the cruelest intentions
And you knew my condition
The hatred I had
Deep within my soul
You came to mend
That which was broken
And I cried out
As I needed You more
You took this stony heart
And you softened it
So here I come
To the foot of the cross
And I say
Father God,
Lover of all mankind
You were there all along
Inside out
You knew it all.
You came to save
You came to mend
You came to heal
When life seemed unfair
You were there
You never left me
All alone
But you came
You knew everything
I had to endure
And you were always
High above
Looking down

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2022

The Universe Declares Your Majesty


A Wandering Nomad
Walks through the desert
Longing for some cold refreshing water
So my soul longs
For the living God
Through dark times
With gloom all around
I search for God
What can fulfill
The empty void
That is deep within
What can satisfy
Some music here
Some movies there
Some friendships here
Some hobbies there
No matter the form of pleasure
Each has its limits
The pleasure can bring you up
But then you come down
The mediocrity and mundane
Pierces the mind
And penetrates the soul
Who can shatter the darkness
The loneliness and the gloom
A touch of God
Pouring deep within
Nourishing the depths
Of body, mind and spirit
Like a wandering nomad
Walking through the desert
Searching for the water
So here I am
Longing for your touch
The sun, the moon and the stars
Declare your greatness
The four seasons
Provide evidence
Of your creative power
I gaze around
With awe and wonder
Intoxicated by the beauty around me
The shining sun
Adds sparkles with hues of gold
As it shines on the lush green grass
The flowers of the fields
And the diversity of the colors
Which they bring
Add beauty to everything around
The various climates
With diverse levels of sunshine
Color the skin
With different shades
The rain falls
The sun shines
And the crops grow
Feeding the human body
And the many organs
Which are intricately made
Everything around
From people
To animals
To plants
Declare your wisdom
Your creativity
Your intelligence

Written by: Shawn Ghala

British Columbia, Canada

Copyright © 2022