The One That Believed | Lynz Piper-Loomis

***I wrote this in the wake of a traumatizing moment. Sometimes people have not dealt with their own trauma and pain in their lives or they make choices that allow the devil to seep in and bring destruction. Ephesians 6:12 (NKJV) states, "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of [a]the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places." Our battle is truly and strictly spiritual. This does not mean that there are not consequences for people's actions. Sometimes, we have to make difficult choices to close those doors in our lives in order to walk through the doors that God has waiting for us. Never give up, never lose hope, and keep your eyes on God. He is faithful and good. I promise.***

The One That Believed

Why oh why are we told we lie?
Why oh why are the ones that maimed and raped us
the ones that are told they are believed?
Why oh why is the ground of those who took my innocence
told they are hallowed?
Why oh why…until finally,
the one that believed.

Tied up, raped front to back and back to front,
Blood dripping over me.
Drink it, they said.
I could not comply.
Drugged, what is this happening?

Why oh why do they shred from me
what belongs to me?
Why oh why am I told that I am the chosen one?
When I know the truth
and His record states that I was chosen
before the foundation of the world.

For years, my voice was stripped from me,
told I am a liar.
I shuddered and felt my voice sink
deep into the very bottom of my soul.
Why would anyone want me?
Why would they care?

Hexes, vexes, spells, and incantations swirled around me.
The horns of the evil one glared at me
as if I understood they wanted me next.
They didn’t understand that Jesus got to me first.
At 4 years of age, in Sunday School,
me and my Jesus, we met.

Dark arts and witchcraft could not hold me back.
Deep within me I understood that I was created for more.
Handcuffs, cages, and torture held me physically.
I looked beyond the torn veil to my Savior.
He carried me out instead of letting them bury me.

I remember the one that believed.
She trusted that still voice within her.
I was finally free. Slap on the wrist, plea deal,
no jail time, and no sex offender registry.
One arrest, but the whole network still lives
and never sleeps.

The network hides behind the synagogue of Satan
even though professing the name of Jesus.
Sweet small voices will be no more.
Their sacrifice becomes their wake.

How many more like me are there?
How many have been told they are not believed?
When did those that took our innocence and life away
become the victim and victor?

How many are there that don’t believe?!
Far too many, I am afraid.

How many of us spend our lifetimes
Trying to scream out “Believe Me,”
but the deceiver comes and tries to confront
that we are liars?

The deceiver comes and declares we are at fault
because we did nothing to escape
even when we were rendered powerless.
The deceiver comes to remind us of his fallen sin nature,
but God.

He reminds me that I came from Him
and His beautiful nature.
He reminds me that I am set free
and my past is a weapon of warfare.
The head of the serpent is under my heel,
and beneath my feet.

Thank you to the one (s),
as few as they may be,
that believed.

Lynz Piper-Loomis
I Am Silent No More