I would have to search through my old music - I used to play guitar at the Youth

Services in Church

There was a chorus - and I have the word right in front of me but can't remember right now but part of it went

 

#Break me, melt me, mold me, fill me#

 

That seems a life time ago - my P did put me through that but

 

I am chosen - I know this truth - and although it didn't happen exactly in any order I did see the glory of the Lord - I was filled with the Holy Spirit

 

My P was what I call  "an expendable child" - he was adopted by us at 2 weeks and we had our biological child two years later

 

This child put us through hell - a fine place for the melting process

 

But in his mind his birth mother didn't want him - so how could I?

 

He acted out and died in Juvenile Detention - and this changed my life so much - I was able to get out there and lobby for better conditions in the Department of Corrections to begin with - and Australian Aboriginal Deaths in Custody

 

His birth mother lied about his birth father

 

But I did a lot for other people for about 10 years after he died and then stopped

 

I said he was expendable - he was - the autopsy found aorta and cardiac artery atheroma - and we had no idea that this was a possibility

 

He could have died anywhere - he was often a homeless youth - of course he did have a good home if he chose to live with us

 

He was often gone for a long time and maybe he could have died and I might still have been waiting for him to turn up

 

His actual death was not from his heart abnormalities - it was suicide

 

So - he worked his way to a place where no one wanted him - I loved him - I never got off the hook

 

But in death - he was the instrument for change and change things did

 

So yes - pretty tea cup - I know - I might be getting on in years - but I hear you

 

Sparky